Chapter 549 Play a Little Game
In the early hours of the morning, a sleek red sports car executed a perfect drift and came to a stop in front of the lounge.
Sarah stepped out, her long legs emerging first. She was dressed in a form-fitting black mermaid gown that accentuated her curves, and her crystal-strap high heels sparkled in the night, the sharp stiletto heels like lethal weapons.
"Miss Morgan, he's still inside. I've been keeping an eye on him," a subordinate emerged from the shadows immediately.
Sarah's eyes were cold as the moon. She lifted her slender left hand to expertly twist her dark brown hair into a bun, then casually inserted a silver hairpin inlaid with a red ruby into it with her right hand.
Her movements were fluid and mesmerizing, leaving the nearby subordinates in a daze.
"You stay outside and be ready to clean up."
Inside the lounge, the lighting was dim and hazy.
Sarah navigated through the crowd, who were lost in their revelry, and headed straight for Ulysses, who was sitting at the edge of the bar.
The closer she got to him, the faster her heart pounded. The surrounding noise faded away, making her feel as if she were in a dream.
Sarah raised her hand to adjust her loose, alluring hair bun.
Tonight, she would use her favorite hairpin to send him to meet his maker.
She had almost reached Ulysses when, just as her soft, slender hand was about to touch his shoulder, she felt a sharp pain in her wrist, followed by a dizzying spin!
"Ah!"
The next second, Sarah's back slammed into the table, causing her to gasp in pain.
This reaction was beyond human—it was demonic!
Ulysses' rough right hand clamped down on her wrist, while his left hand viciously gripped her neck, his fingers tightening relentlessly.
Over the years, as a top agent, he had faced numerous assassination attempts while on missions abroad. His extensive experience had turned his entire body into a finely tuned alarm system, making him acutely aware of any threat.
Now, with Sarah trapped beneath him, the intense suffocation made her face flush red, tears welling up in her eyes.
"It's you?"
Ulysses was suddenly taken aback, his grip loosening slightly.
Sarah gasped for air, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.
People around them noticed the commotion but were too afraid to intervene.
"You... cough... You hurt me... cough..." Sarah tried to get up, but the pain in her back made it impossible.
"Sorry, occupational hazard."
Ulysses hooked his long arm around her waist and lifted her.
Sarah found herself pressed against his chest, her arms instinctively wrapping around his strong, narrow waist, her breath hot and heavy.
But Ulysses only looked at her coldly. "Miss Morgan, no woman other than my sister is allowed to hold my waist. You're being quite bold."
"You really dote on her. Having such a good brother is truly enviable."
Sarah's red lips curved into a bright smile, one she had practiced countless times in front of the mirror. "She must be a very beautiful girl, right?"
Ulysses' gaze darkened as he looked at her exquisite face, his heart trembling.
She looked so much like Evelyn.
If she wore the same clothes and hairstyle, even he might mistake her at first glance.
And Edward would be even more likely to.
A cold glint flashed in Ulysses' eyes. He suddenly smiled, his fingers lifting her chin slightly. "In terms of beauty, you and she are on par."
Sarah's heart fluttered at his smile, her voice trembling. "But there must be a difference, a ranking..."
Without hesitation, Ulysses replied, "Of course, my sister is more beautiful."
Sarah was speechless.
This man really didn't know how to talk to women!
Yet, his honesty and straightforwardness made it impossible for her to dislike him.
"What are you doing here?"
Ulysses narrowed his deep eyes. "You can't be here for me, can you?"
Sarah's fingers traced circles on his firm chest. "Sir, you should believe that our previous encounter was fate."
Ulysses raised an eyebrow. "Oh, it was quite fateful."
"Thank you for helping me last time."
Sarah's delicate hand wrapped around his black tie, her soft, full breasts pressing against him, her eyes filled with a misty desire. "I've always hoped to see you again, to repay you."
Ulysses' eyes darkened.
His probing gaze made her heart race, but she tried to remain composed.
His eyes were like lie detectors.
But at this moment, he inexplicably felt that there was a hint of truth in her words.
"So, tell me, how do you plan to repay me?" Ulysses smiled wickedly, his lips close to hers.
Sarah's heart pounded, her cheeks flushing with a light red, a touch of shyness. "Whatever you want, tonight I'm yours."
The scene shifted.
Sarah was dumbfounded, never expecting that Ulysses' idea of repayment would be... playing Jenga!
"Each person pulls a block, and the loser drinks three shots. Miss Morgan, do you dare to play?" Ulysses propped his chin on his hand, placing the last block on top.
At that moment, the bartender brought over three bottles of top-shelf XO.
Sarah stared blankly at the man, the unexpected game disrupting her original plan.
"Oh, right. Hard liquor is bad for girls. You drink one shot, I'll drink three."
Ulysses' eyes were as beautiful as amber submerged in the ocean. "Miss Morgan, will you play?"
"I'll play."
Sarah took a deep breath, clenching her fingers. "A promise is a promise."
The game began.
Ulysses had always been the quickest thinker among the Taylor family children, excelling at all sorts of games.
And Jenga was a game he often played with Evelyn as a child.
At the overseas agent headquarters, when he was bored, he would sit in a corner and play with these childhood toys that Evelyn loved, as a way to comfort himself and remember her.
In the first few rounds, Sarah lost every time, downing four shots of strong liquor in no time.
Sarah's forehead was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her stomach cramping in pain.
Over the years, to help Gilbert build his empire, she had sacrificed everything she could. She had spent years in the world of debauchery, currying favor, selling her looks, and had even ended up in the hospital from drinking too much.
Her body, though outwardly glamorous, was actually riddled with scars.
"Miss Morgan, you lost again." Ulysses shook his perpetually empty glass at her, his features both handsome and mischievous.
Sarah gritted her teeth, filling her glass to the brim.
Just as she was about to pick up the glass, Ulysses leaned towards her, covering the glass with his large hand. "If you can't drink anymore, it's fine. It's just a game. I'll drink this one for you."
"No need, a bet is a bet. I can handle it."
But Sarah refused his kindness, snatching the glass and downing the drink with a flushed face.
Ulysses' pupils contracted, a subtle smile playing on his lips.
This woman's stubbornness and refusal to admit defeat reminded him of Evelyn.
In the next three rounds, Ulysses deliberately lost to her.
Perhaps because he was in a bad mood, the usually unflappable Ulysses seemed a bit tipsy.
"Yay! I won! I won again!"
Sarah raised her hands high in excitement, her joy pure and childlike.
Ulysses watched her intently, feeling as if the whole world had gone quiet.
In a daze, he saw a vision of young Evelyn, who would run around the house in glee whenever she managed to beat him, not knowing that her happiness was because Ulysses had let her win.
'Evelyn, if only you could stay young forever, in those carefree, innocent times, with your brothers always protecting you.'
'Unlike now, having endured the harshness of humanity and the pain of love.'
"Sir, it's your turn..."
Sarah's voice brought him back, her heart skipping a beat.
She saw a tear glistening in Ulysses' sorrowful eyes, like a fleeting shooting star.
"Winning is good."
Ulysses smiled, raising his glass to hers. "I hope you always win."
With that, he downed his drink, the liquid trailing down his jawline.
Sarah's eyes reddened, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
She had never heard such words before. People always demanded, controlled, and ordered her. No one had ever said to her:
'I hope you win.'
'I hope your future isn't just darkness; you can still have happiness.'
In that moment, her mind went blank. She instinctively reached up to Ulysses' broad shoulders, her soft red lips meeting his, tenderly sucking.
Ulysses' breath hitched, his long lashes lowering.
His large hand cradled the back of her head, gently removing the hairpin without her noticing.
Outside, the subordinate waiting for Sarah grew anxious as dawn approached with no sign of her. He finally decided to go inside and look for her.
After searching everywhere, even the restrooms, Sarah had vanished without a trace! Her phone was off, too!
Half an hour later, Curtis arrived with reinforcements, immediately kicking the subordinate.
"Miss Morgan just disappeared? Are you an idiot?"
"I'm sorry! I wanted to go in, but Miss Morgan insisted on handling the man herself. I had to stay outside. I have no idea what happened inside!" The subordinate trembled in fear.
"Miss Morgan is very important to Mr. Alexander. If anything happens to her, you're dead!"
"Ulysses was a top agent! Sarah stood no chance against him in a confrontation!"
"We have to report this to Mr. Alexander immediately! Otherwise, Miss Morgan's life is in danger!"
After the Alexander family left, William insisted on staying at Oasis Villa to accompany Jennifer, despite his injuries.
Charlie had nothing to say; his face heavy as he locked himself in his room, not even allowing Hubert near.
By the next afternoon, Charlie still hadn't come out. Everyone was starting to worry.
"Mr. Taylor needs some time alone."
Hubert sighed, "Mr. Taylor may seem unemotional, but I know Miss Taylor's situation has hit him hard. However, there's a silver lining. I don't think Mr. Taylor will oppose William and Miss Taylor being together anymore."
"That's wonderful, truly wonderful."
Evelyn's eyes filled with tears of relief. "Hubert, please, if you get a chance, talk to Charlie about William. He listens to you."
"I'll do my best."
After Hubert left, Evelyn's gaze turned cold as she spoke to Landon. "Next, Elbert and Calvin will do everything they can to get Randy out. We must prevent that at all costs."
"Don't worry, I'll handle it."
Landon clenched his fist. "Even in custody, I won't let Randy have a single good day."
"And Helen."
Evelyn's eyes were icy. "She hit William and helped Randy. She must bear some responsibility!"
Landon wrapped his arm around her shoulders, his voice gentle. "Leave it to me. You decide her fate, and I'll make it happen."
"Landon! Is Edward crazy?"
Simon's voice interrupted.
He froze, not expecting Evelyn to be there, and immediately shut up. But it was too late.
"Simon, what did you say?"
Evelyn stepped up to Simon, staring at him intently. "What's wrong with Edward? Tell me!"
"He... he's been waiting outside our house since last night!"
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