Estre, having tossed her coat onto the sofa, sauntered over to the man with one hand yfully
tugging at the sash of his robe and the other resting on his shoulder. She leaned in close, her breath
tickling his ear, “Richie, you know if I take care of you just right, I might just have to charge you extra.”
The seductive tone of her voice brought a smile to the man’s lips, “Damn, I knew you were just as bad
as me. Alright, if you can keep me entertained, I might just set you up with your ownw firm.”
Her eyebrows arched suggestively as she gently pulled him to his feet by his robe’s sash, “Shall we
head upstairs then?”
The prospect of heading upstairs had Richie beaming, his eyes glinting with delight. It seemed to him
that the three hundred million-plus he’d forked over to Jo wasn’t a loss but a divine setup for a steamy
affair. Sure, he was out three hundred million, but he still had an equal amount tucked away along with
hispany.
Money could be earned back, but he hadn’t slept with awyer before, especially one as stunning and
sophisticated as Estre. If he could keep her close long-term, the money would have been well spent.
With just a couple of coy words and batting eyshes from Estre, Richie was utte
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utterly disoriented. If he could resist temptation, he wouldn’t have insisted on divorcing his ex-wife.
Little did his mistress know, before she could even think of securing her ce, he was already intent on
keeping another woman by his side.
Upon reaching the second-floor bedroom with Estre, Richie was grinning from ear to ear, his foul
mood from the past days entirely dissipated.
With a definitive click, Estre shut and locked the door behind them, then turned to Richie with a
facade of sweetness, “Just a heads up, Richie, I can y rough. Hope you can.
handle it.”
“Handle it? Of course,” Richie chuckled, nearly bursting with anticipation.
Estre approached, hands on his shoulders, and then her expression turned icy. She swiftly drove her
knee up into his groin.
In the next instant, Richie’s face turned a shade of green. Before he could even yelp, Estre had
thrown him over her shoulder and onto the ground with a resounding thud.
Estre had been enrolled in taekwondo sses by Autumn since she was four years old. By the age
of twenty-three, Autumn had bailed her out of more brawls than she could count. So, of course, she
wasn’t going to shy away from a fight.
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Curling up
up on the floor, Richie was in too much pain to even speak, let alone cry out, his face contorted with
agony as he looked up at Estre, “You-”
Downstairs, the household staff and a few bodyguards listened to themotion above. The maid,
feeling sorry for Estre, frowned and quietly slipped away to the backyard to keep busy. The
bodyguards, on the other hand, were all grins, onementing, “Boss seems to be having a whale of
a time.”
“Sure does, he was grinning like a kid in a candy store just now.”
As joyful as Richie had been downstairs, he was now in equal measure of pain.
Estre approached the wincing man, kneeling beside him with a mock frown, “Feeling at bit less fiery,
Richie? If not, I don’t mind going another round.”
“You… bitch,” Richie managed to spit out, his voice shaking with pain. He then tried to call for help,
“Tony. Tony.”
However, his voice was weak from the pain and Estre’s judo throw, and he could barely muster a
command.
Estre didn’t take his cries for help seriously. She wouldn’t take on a man like Richie head-on,
especially not downstairs with bodyguards present. No matter how tough she was, she couldn’t beat
that many men.
Noticing the fury in Richie’s eyes, Estre chuckled softly, “Next time you try to get fresh, maybe do a
little background check first. Not everyone is as easy to provoke as you
think.”
This was supposed to be just a divorce case, but it escted to kidnapping and assault-that changed
everything.
Seeing howposed Estre was from start to finish, without a hint of fear, Richie began to doubt her
identity. Gritting through the pain, he asked with a pale face, “Who the hell are you, and who’s got your
back?”
“If I told you I’m Jason Nelson’s wife, would you believe me?” Estre replied coolly
Richie was ta
taken aback, then looked at her incredulously, “Jason from Nelson International? Impossible. I’ve never
heard of him getting married. You can’t possibly be his wife.”
She had to be bluffing. Jason’s wife wouldn’t be working as a divorcewyer.
Before Richie could process the situation further, the bedroom door was kicked open with
a bang.
Estre turned to greet the neer with a smile, “Honey, you’re here.”
At the doorway, noticing Estre’sck of a coat, and another man in the room, Jason’s
eyes were deadly, even as the middle-aged many on the floor clutching his groin in
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agony.
In the, as Richie realized the man before him was indeed Jason and heard Estre
call him “honey,” he felt a chill run down his spine. No rescue was needed – he was done
for.
Jason gave Richie a chilling stare before turning his gaze back to Estre. “Estre,” he said, his voice
icy.
Quickly getting up, Estre dusted off her hands, “You’rete. I’ve already taken care of everything.”
“Estre,” Jason repeated, his tone firm, as he reached out and grabbed her by the nape of her neck,
leading her out.
Once outside, Estre was nearly thrown into the passenger seat of the car. She turned to Jason,
ready to exin, “I wasn’t trying to y you today. I got cornered.”
He knew she wasn’t intentionally ignoring his calls and that she had been trapped; otherwise, he
wouldn’t have rushed over.
Without so much as a nce in Estre’s direction, hemanded, “You’re done with this job.” He had
warned her just a few days ago that this line of work made enemies too easily, and before his words
had even cooled, she was in trouble.
Estre replied with a smile, “See? I’m fine. And you know what I’m capable of. I can handle myself out
there. Don’t worry about me
“Estre, if you want to keep living, and have kids someday, you better quit.”
Estre gazed at him for a long while, a yful smile dancing on her lips. “Falling for me, are you?” she
teased.
Jason’s expression darkened. “Don’t joke around with me.”
Perched with her right foot on the chair, Estre rested her cheek on her palm, her gaze locked on him
with unwavering intensity. “I swear to you, I’ll be just fine. If anythinges up, I’ll figure out a way to
call you first,” she promised.
Jason started to object, “There’s no way we can-”
But before he could finish, Estre leaned in swiftly, pressing her warm lips against his in a daring
move.