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“Father, I can’t hold it in any longer!”
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The man was visibly agitated as he stepped in front of Ezra, bowing deeply in desperation. “Please, let me come back to life. If this continues, I’ll really be wearing the horns!”
The man was none other than Maxwell himself.
On the night Emmanuel had come to kill him, Ezra had anticipated the attack in advance, arranging for a body double to take his place. Maxwell had been forced into hiding, forbidden from revealing himself without Ezra’s explicit orders.
“It’s just a woman!” Ezra scolded, his tone filled with disappointment. “The entire nation will be yours in the future–what woman will you not be able to have?”
“I know, Father! But I can’t stand it any longer!” Maxwell’s eyes were bloodshot, and his entire body seemed to be swelling with rage.
The most dangerous place was often the safest. Even after Magnus returned to the Zelinsky family, Ezra had kept Maxwell hidden within the Zelinsky Residence. Though he hadn’t set foot outside, he had access to advanced surveillance technology, allowing him to monitor everything happening both inside and outside the family estate.
Because of that, he had seen every move Chiara had made in recent days. Just now, through the security feed, he had witnessed Gautier groping her, brazenly holding her waist, before they got into a car together and drove off.
He had been married to her for nearly three years and had never been that intimate with her himself.
Now, he’d be a Dutchman if he continued remaining idle.
“Suck it up!” Ezra warned him again, taking the time to explain his plan in detail. “I deliberately had Magnus cast his vote for Mackenzie Quillen, toppling Teddy Tanner from his position. Better yet, Tanner is now dead. Once your aunt Catherine successfully takes the presidency, she will eventually have no choice but to return power to the Zelinsky family because I have already severed her other options!
“At the same time, I still need to use Magnus. When the time comes, I will lure Emmanuel Lowe to Divine Mountain, ensuring that other forces eliminate both Lowe and Ethan Hunt. That will pave the way for your aunt’s presidency.
“When Lowe is dead. I will make Magnus take the fall painting him as a traitor so that Lowe’s people will Bum tum down. Once Magnus is out of the picture, you will have no more competition, and your political gth will be completely unobstructed!”
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He had swallowed enough of these motivational speeches.
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He had endured because he had been force–fed this rhetoric, but now, after hearing it for so long, it had completely lost its effect on him.
“Now, get back to your hiding place immediately!” Ezra barked angrily. “If Magnus discovers you’re alive, you will have no choice but to die!”
Maxwell said nothing. He bowed, his face dark, and walked out.
As soon as he stepped out of the courtyard, he ran into Otto, whose eyes widened in alarm upon seeing Maxwell. He quickly looked around to make sure no one else was present before speaking in a hushed, frantic voice. “How can you just walk around like this, Mr. Maxwell? If anyone sees you, it’ll be a disaster!”
“Otto, perfect timing. Do you still take orders from me or not?” Maxwell asked directly.
“How could you ask me that, sir?” Otto responded with passionate loyalty. “After everything you’ve done for me over the years, I would go through fire and water for you!”
“Good. Then come with me.”
Maxwell wasted no more words. He was leaving the Zelinsky Residence.
Despite the fury burning in his chest, he was not careless. He donned a mask before stepping out into the night.
Meanwhile, Gautier was growing bolder by the moment. As soon as they got into the car, he wrapped his arm around Chiara’s waist as if they were lovers.
To be honest, at first, he had only intended to use her. But the allure of one of the Four Beauties of Zovince was not something an ordinary man could resist. He found himself increasingly captivated by her body. And when a man started thinking like that, he would inevitably find a way to get her into bed.
“Where are you heading, Mr. Verkade?” Chiara suddenly asked. “The Verkade Residence was burned to the ground–do you still have any properties left in Zovince
“What kind of foolish question is that?” Gautier smirked smugly. “Everything Teddy left behind is mine
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“You’re terrible! You won’t trick me into going up there! Chiara feigned reluctance.
Gautier simply pulled her into his arms, his smile filled with confidence. “If trickery doesn’t work, I’ll just have to be forceful and carry you up there myself!”
“You’re despicable!”
Chiara could have struggled, but she only pretended to resist. In the end, she let the crippled man take her straight into the hotel.
The moment they stepped into the suite, it was as if they had entered a dreamlike world of romance. And Chiara’s usual cold and untouchable demeanor melted away, replaced by a starry–eyed infatuation. Her heart fluttered like ripples across a spring lake.
“Woman, help me bathe,” Gautier ordered, his tone becoming arrogant and commanding.
Maxwell had been married to her for three years and had never dared to speak to her like that–let alone commanded her to bathe him. Yet, this woman, who always carried herself with an air of untouchable dignity, willingly undressed Gautier.
Then, without hesitation, she stripped off her clothes.
Gautier’s smirk deepened. His touch grew more aggressive. He slapped her, watching as the imprint of his hand rebounded off her fair skin. With satisfaction, he chuckled, “You really do have the perfect body.”
“You… you’re awful!” Chiara gasped, her voice caught between protest and invitation. “That hurts, you know!”
“Is that so?”
However, instead of showing her any mercy, Gautier grabbed her hair and pulled her in for a forceful kiss “Too bad–I like it this way. What are you going to do about it?”
A whirlwind of conflicting emotions surged within Chiara. She wanted to be angry, but under his dominant presence, she found herself surrendering instead.
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Just as they were about to cross the final line, the door th
room was kicked open with a furious crash.
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