Across from her, Alvin Hargreaves was visibly stunned, "Say that again?"
Ruby Mercer wiped her tears as she left the restroom, "I said, we're getting a divorce. We'll get the papers tomorrow!"
Alvin burst into laughter, "Fine!"
"Ruby Mercer, if you dare go back on your word, I'll make your life hell!"
Ruby smiled bitterly, "Alright!"
After hanging up, she instantly felt a sense of relief.
Pouring three years of youth and a first marriage into a love for one person should be enough, right?
From now on, she wanted to live for herself!
"Hmm..."
Preoccupied with her thoughts, Ruby bumped into someone, ignoring the pain on her forehead, she immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, are you okay?"
Looking up, she saw a handsome, stern face.
The man was about 190 centimeters tall, and Ruby, only 165 centimeters, had to look up to him.
Suddenly, she felt the face was familiar.
Yes!
It was the man who had just been sitting with Alvin Hargreaves, sitting at the head of the table, and they called him "Mr. Moore."
Ruby smirked sarcastically, handsome but still, anyone sitting with Alvin couldn't be any good, right?!
Christopher Moore looked at the girl in front of him, a flash in his eyes.
His heart, already restless, burned more intensely at the fresh milky scent emanating from her.
Following his instincts, he pinned her against the wall, leaning into her neck, "What's your name?"
The man's voice was hoarse and deep.
Feeling threatened, Ruby's face went stiff, terror instantly rising in her eyes.
"What do you want?"
Looking into the man's crimson eyes, she suddenly had a bad feeling, "If I hurt you, I can apologize, I can compensate..."
Christopher's breathing was heavy, making Ruby feel unwell.
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
At this moment, he had lost his usual calm restraint.
Without hearing an answer, the man leaned in closer.
"Hmm?"
Ruby struggled in fear.
"What do you mean?"
The man got even closer, "Are you clean?"
Ruby's face paused, then she nodded.
But suddenly she seemed to think of something and began to shake her head vigorously.
"Not clean!"
"I... I often go to nightclubs...!"
The man raised an eyebrow, pinching her chin with his index finger.
"That's perfect then!"
Ruby felt something was wrong!
She was not clean, so how could it be perfect?
She began to struggle fiercely, "Sir, let go of me, this is a high-class club, if you want to vent, I'll treat you!"
However, the man gave her no chance to speak, dragging her straight into the men's restroom.
Ruby panicked!
She held onto the restroom door, struggling desperately, "What are you doing?"
"Help..."
But how could her strength compete with that of a strong man!
In a fit of force, the man dragged her inside!
With a "click," he locked the door behind them!
"Help..."
Three minutes later, the entire eighteenth floor was sealed!
Ten minutes later, the entire club was sealed!
An hour later, Christopher Moore emerged from the restroom, carrying the unconscious Ruby Mercer, his face grim, his steps urgent, as he headed for the elevator, straight to the top floor's presidential suite.
Kenneth Morgan followed behind Christopher, clutching a woman's handbag, jogging ahead to open the door for his boss, sensing the eerie atmosphere without even looking at his boss's face.
What they did was self-explanatory!
The woman's hair hung loose, swaying with each step of the man; he couldn't see her face because she was covered with a man's blazer!
Inside the suite.
Looking at the woman, even unconscious, still breaking out in cold sweat, Christopher gently cleaned her with a towel.
His expression turned somber.
Little brat!
She tricked him!
Recalling their earlier conversation about being "clean," the man pursed his lips.
"Clearly spotless!"
"If you had been honest, maybe I'd have been gentler."
However, if she had said she was still clean, he probably wouldn't have touched her!
After all, the cleaner, the more troublesome!
At least, for him, it was like that!
Because being clean meant responsibility, being unclean was mutual consent.
Except...
She hadn't consented just now...
Now, the man felt much better.
Another hour later, Christopher emerged from the bathroom, clad in cold air and casually donning a bathrobe as he left the room.
At this time, Kenneth Morgan was waiting outside the door.
"Speak!"
Kenneth spoke respectfully, "It was Alvin Hargreaves from Hargreaves Corporation!"
Christopher's eyes darkened sharply, remembering the drink Alvin had compelled that woman to bring to him.
"He has some nerve!"
Glancing toward the bedroom, "What about her?"
Kenneth swallowed, handing the information to his boss while his face showed a twitching, strange expression.
"Her name is Ruby Mercer, the youngest daughter of the Mercer Family, and the situation with the Mercer Family is rather complex."
"Well... also, she's Alvin Hargreaves's wife!"
In an instant, the entire suite fell silent.
The air was thick with a chilling aura.
Afterward, Kenneth left!
Christopher stood dazed for a long time before picking up Ruby Mercer's information.
The more he read, the odder his expression became.
She was actually a married woman!
How ironic, and she was Alvin Hargreaves's wife!
More like a joke, this married woman had been wed to Alvin for three years, yet still remained pure!
Was heaven mocking him?
Returning to the bedroom, the man lay down, pulling the person next to him tightly into his arms, along with the quilt.
Wiping the cold sweat on her forehead.
There was a trace of bewilderment in the man's eyes, after which he smiled wryly.
"Whether you like it or not, we might be entwined for a lifetime..."
Morning.
The light of dawn crept in.
Ruby slowly opened her eyes, the soft bed illuminated by the dim bedside lamps on both sides.
She had been awakened by the slight sound of a door closing!
This light-sleeping habit was Alvin Hargreaves's doing; every night when she heard the slightest noise, she thought he was back, and over time, it gave her this issue of nervous exhaustion.
At the slightest movement, a piercing pain surged through her body.
Instantly, some unpleasant memories flashed through her mind.
Looking at the faint light outside the window, Ruby swallowed hard.
"Ruby Mercer, you're really something!"
She had actually cheated!
And on the night before her divorce!
She only knew his last name was "Moore," but she didn't even know his first name.
As she looked at the quiet room, Ruby chickened out again!
Ready to escape!
Because her clothes were torn, she wore one of the man's shirts as she left.
As she stealthily tiptoed around like a thief, Christopher opened the door from the study and came out.
"Are the reporters outside dealt with?"
Kenneth followed behind him out, "There were too many reporters, impossible to fend them all off, but there are cars arranged downstairs ready to receive!"
"The identity of Mrs. Hargreaves will not be discovered!"
Hearing the words "Mrs. Hargreaves," Christopher's face turned dark.
"Call her Miss Mercer!"
Kenneth was momentarily stunned by the remark.
All this over just a title?
"Even if the body is clean, without a divorce, she's still Mrs. Hargreaves! Besides, with one's own body and mind clean, and money to spare, there's no need to entangle with a married woman!"
Christopher poured himself a glass of wine, "She will get divorced!"
As he gazed at the red liquid, the image of her curled up in his arms like a kitten, calling out in pain, filled his mind.
The man downed the wine in one gulp and set down the glass, "Lady Moore definitely sounds better!"