Chapter 313


    Chapter 313


    When they got into the car, Olivia asked Elena, “When does thepetition


    start?”


    Elena was very professional and immediately said, “Thepetition starts at 9 o’clock and ends at 11


    o’clock. After that, it’s time for the judges to . You’re a specially invited judge. You don’t have to review


    every piece of work. You just need to on the final 10 pieces of work. ording to the practice of the


    previouspetitions, the specially invited judge will at around 2 p.m.”


    Olivia nodded and said decisively, “Go reply that I’ll be there by 1:30 p.m.”


    At the entrance of the art gallery, seeing Olivia leave with her own eyes, Doris patted her chest and


    heaved a long sigh of relief.


    She was finally gone!


    Although Doris did not know who Olivia was, the fact that Olivia coulde to the art gallery today


    meant that she was rted to the Painting Association. She assumed that Olivia was either a member


    of the Painting Association or an assistant of the association.


    Doris calcted the time in her heart. The ten works that were selected would be announced at two in


    the afternoon. After that, it would be time for the specially invited judges to on them.


    When it was two o’clock, the oue would be set. Even if Olivia did not like her, it would not change


    the oue.


    Moreover, Olivia might just be a nobody in the Painting Association. She might not even have a say


    Doris was strengthless. She took the elevator upstairs. When she reached the door, she bumped into


    the girl sitting in front of her. Her aunt was a member of the Painting Association.


    Seeing this, Doris went over enthusiastically and took the girl’s arm, inquiring about something.


    “A twenty–four or twenty–five–year–old girl?” The girl frowned. “I don’t think so. The youngest female


    member of the Painting Association is Jeanne. There’s no one younger than her.”


    “Oh.” Doris was overjoyed. However, to be safe, she asked again, “What about people around the


    same age? Any assistants?”


    “No.” The girl said, shaking her head, “The threshold for joining the Painting Association is rather high.


    How can there be so many young people?”


    Hearing this, Doris waspletely relieved.


    It turned out that Olivia was nothing. Doris thought that she was some big shot. It


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    turned out to be a false rm.


    At the Dillon family.


    After the servant, Linda Wale, hung up the phone, she thought about it and felt uneasy, so she reported


    this matter to Eudora Dillon.


    “Madam, someone just called and asked to speak to Ms. Fulham.”


    “It’s still that Doris?” Eudora frowned. “She just won’t give me a break.”


    “No, no.” Linda hurriedly shook her head and said. “It’s not Doris. It’s a man.”


    A man?


    Eudora pondered for a moment and her face darkened. “Could it be Bettany. called others again?”


    Linda nodded. “Ms. Fulham has always been restless. She’s already pregnant, but she can’t just stay


    at home and always thinks about leaving us.


    “Forget about her. Eudora said impatiently. ‘She’s just a weak girl. Her parents don’t care about her.


    Who else can she count on?”


    At this point. Eudora nced at Linda and said in a sepulchral tone. “Keep an ey on her. Make sure


    she gives birth to this child.”


    Linda hummed in response and left.


    Upstairs. Bettany sat by the window and looked downstairs in a daze.


    She waspletely naked, and her skin was as wless and delicate as snow porcin, like a


    porcin doll.


    However, the purplish–purple strangtion marks on her waist and thighs stood out, a stark contrast


    against her purity.


    Bettany heard the door open and close behind her.


    Sensing that someone had entered. Bettany’s body stiffened for a moment, and a trace of fear shed


    across her eyes.


    The sound of the wheelchair rubbing against the floor was like a death sentence. Bettany finally


    couldn’t take it anymore. Before the wheelchair approached, she got up and ran towards the door.


    Unfortunately, she was too flustered and knocked over the breakfast on the table beside her. The soft


    cereal was instantly scattered all over the ground.


    Seeing this, Bettany became even more flustered, like a child who had made a mistake.


    Her eyes were filled with panic.


    When Marcus entered, his expression didn’t register anger. Although he was as expressionless as


    ever, the corners of his mouth were curled up slightly.


    Ever since he found out that Bettany was pregnant yesterday, a faint smile had been hanging on the


    corner of his mouth.


    However, when he saw the untouched breakfast on the table, his good mood was instantly spoiled.


    A violent storm brewed in his dark eyes, making one tremble in fear.


    “You didn’t eat?”


    Marcus fixed his eyes on Bettany, like a wolf that was about to attack at any


    moment.


    Bettany said, trembling. “I… I can’t eat.”


    “Can’t eat? I think you don’t want to eat!” Marcus sneered. His beautiful eyes were filled with


    maliciousness. He raised his hand, grabbed the milk on the table, and smashed it on the ground.


    The shattered ss cut Bettany’s jaw, and she hissed in pain.


    A wisp of vexation shed in Marcus’s eyes when he saw this, and his right hand grabbed the armrest


    of the wheelchair tightly as if he wanted to crush it.


    He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, “I’ll get Linda to make another breakfast.”


    Bettany nodded timidly. “I–I’ll eat it all.”


    These words seemed to please Marcus. His cold expression softened. He looked up at the scratch on


    Bettany’s chin for a while before turning around and driving the wheelchair away.


    Bettany’s eyes were lingering on his back. When he left, she instantly copsed to the ground.,


    regardless of the ss shards on the ground.


    She did not seem to feel the pain in her body. She only felt a little itchy.


    It kind of felt good.


    How strange. She actually didn’t feel any pain.


    Bettany picked up arge ss fragment curiously and gestured at the artery on


    her wrist.


    She had an impulse to cut her wrist, but when she thought of the previous two suicides, fear shed


    across her eyes.


    No, no, she couldn’t kill herself!


    In the Dillon Manor, with a fully equipped medical team at all times, she would not die. Not only would


    she not die, but she would also face Marcus’s even more ferocious abuse.


    Thinking of Marcus, Bettany cowered, her eyes filled with despair.


    That man was too terrifying. He was astonishingly handsome, but he was as cold as a demon.


    Bettany still remembered the first time she saw him. The brilliant sunlight shone. on his face, making


    his already sharp–featured face even more dazzling, like a celestial being.


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    She had never seen such a good looking man in her life.


    But immediately after, while she was still stunned, her gazended on his suff and weak legs.


    Then, her eyes darkened. Bettany felt a little sorry that such a good–looking man was mobility–


    impaired.


    After rejecting his engagement, Bettany thought that she would never have anything to do with him


    again in her life.


    Unexpectedly, a fire destroyed her painting, burned her right hand, and ruined


    her life.


    She was sent to Marcus’s bed and became his exclusive woman.


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    She was being tortured and humiliated in all sorts of ways, and once she showed any signs of being


    disobedient or escaping, she would receive even more intense humiliation.


    This man used all kinds of methods to torture and humiliate her.


    He made her life a living hell.