Keh pinned her against the wall, his cool lips brushing her earlobe. "How much do you want?" he asked, his tone indulgent. His voice suggested he''d give her whatever amount she named. Not wanting to be greedy, Ophelia gestured. "Seven million dors."
"Deal." Keh agreed without hesitation. He leaned in, his lips seeking hers.
Ophelia hesitated, acutely aware of the broad daylight around them. She looked up, meeting Keh''s intense gaze. Hist eyes, deep and mesmerizing, seemed to draw her inpletely
Every time Ophelia saw that look, her heart ached uncontrolily. There was no logical reason for it, but it was as if she was seeing the man who had died for her in the past life. In those moments, Ophelia felt she would give him anything he desired.
The tension between them was palpable. Keh''s strong, masculine hand reached towards the nightstand, only to grasp at empty air. The condoms were gone.
Keh''s eyes, which had been burning with passion, gradually cooled. His chest rose and fell with restrained desire, and Ophelia understood they had run out of condoms. Ophelia''s delicate arms wrapped around Keh''s neck as she nted delicate kisses on his skin.
Keh frowned, gently restraining Ophelia as she tried to seduce him. He wrapped her in the nket and rolled out of bed.
Momentster, the sound of running water echoed from the bathroom.
This man, Ophelia mused, has even more self-control than I imagined
As the water continued to run in the bathroom, two soft knocks gounded at the door.
Ophelia quickly dressed and went to answer the door. Lisa stood there, visibly anxious. "Miss Spencer, there are police. officers at the main gate. They say you''re suspected of extortion and need to take you in for questioning." "Alright," Ophelia replied calmly, ncing towards the bathroom before straightening her clothes and heading out. When Keh finished his shower and came downstairs, he found Lisa pacing back and forth, wringing her hands. "Mr. Sinir, thank goodness you''re here! The police have taken Miss Spencer away," Lisa blurted out.
Keh''s brow furrowed, a shadow falling over his deep-set eyes.
"They said something about extortion. But Miss Spencer would never do such a thing!" Lisa continued, practically spinning in circles with worry.
Just then, one of the security guards approached. "Mr. Sinir, someone sent you a photograph. They im it shows... Well they say it shows Miss Spencer with a toyboy she''s keeping on the side."Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.
The guard rushed through his report, keeping his head down, afraid to meet Keh''s gaze.
Keh snatched the photo, furrowing his brow as he inwardly scoffed. He had warned her before. If she stepped out of line, he would personally break her legs. Even if she was at the police station now, he''d bail her out just to do it himself. As Keh flipped the photo over, his eyebrow twitched. "Damn Who said I''m her toy boy? His expression became unreadable, causing the bodyguards and servants to hold their tongues in fear. 14:51 Mon, Nov 11 ti.
Lisa could only fret silently, wondering why Keh wasn''t more concerned.
Clutching the photo, Keh turned and headed upstairs, pulling out his phone to make a call.
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead in the Denex police station. Tracy, the assistant, had just finished recounting the incident. Emily sat beside her, face masked, a picture of silent distress.
The officer offered some reassuring words. This kind of thing happened often in the entertainment world - obsessive fans threatening celebrities'' privacy, followed by ckmail attempts.
It was just that the amount this time was quiterge.
"We''ve already sent people to bring her in. We''ll get to the bottom of this. I assure you, the officer, Steven, stated.
"Thank you," Emily replied, ying the role of a victim as she sat on the couch, clutching a ss of water with both hands.
Tracy chimed in, "Steven, you have no idea how brazen that woman is. She''s from the slums, you know. She must have gone crazy with greed to try and ckmail our artist for seven million dors. Surely that''s enough to lock her up for good, right?" Chapter 65
Keh pinned her against the wall, his cool lips brushing her earlobe. "How much do you want?" he asked, his tone indulgent. His voice suggested he''d give her whatever amount she named.
Not wanting to be greedy, Ophelia gestured. "Seven million dors."
"Deal." Keh agreed without hesitation. He leaned in, his lips seeking hers.
Ophelia hesitated, acutely aware of the broad daylight around them. She looked up, meeting Keh''s intense gaze. Hist eyes, deep and mesmerizing, seemed to draw her inpletely
Every time Ophelia saw that look, her heart ached uncontrolily. There was no logical reason for it, but it was as if she was seeing the man who had died for her in the past life.
In those moments, Ophelia felt she would give him anything he desired.
The tension between them was palpable. Keh''s strong, masculine hand reached towards the nightstand, only to grasp at empty air. The condoms were gone.
Keh''s eyes, which had been burning with passion, gradually cooled. His chest rose and fell with restrained desire, and Ophelia understood they had run out of condoms. Ophelia''s delicate arms wrapped around Keh''s neck as she nted delicate kisses on his skin.
Keh frowned, gently restraining Ophelia as she tried to seduce him. He wrapped her in the nket and rolled out of bed.
Momentster, the sound of running water echoed from the bathroom.
This man, Ophelia mused, has even more self-control than I imagined
As the water continued to run in the bathroom, two soft knocks gounded at the door.
Ophelia quickly dressed and went to answer the door. Lisa stood there, visibly anxious. "Miss Spencer, there are police. officers at the main gate. They say you''re suspected of extortion and need to take you in for questioning." "Alright," Ophelia replied calmly, ncing towards the bathroom before straightening her clothes and heading out. When Keh finished his shower and came downstairs, he found Lisa pacing back and forth, wringing her hands. "Mr. Sinir, thank goodness you''re here! The police have taken Miss Spencer away," Lisa blurted out.
Keh''s brow furrowed, a shadow falling over his deep-set eyes.
"They said something about extortion. But Miss Spencer would never do such a thing!" Lisa continued, practically spinning in circles with worry.
Just then, one of the security guards approached. "Mr. Sinir, someone sent you a photograph. They im it shows... Well they say it shows Miss Spencer with a toyboy she''s keeping on the side."
The guard rushed through his report, keeping his head down, afraid to meet Keh''s gaze.
Keh snatched the photo, furrowing his brow as he inwardly scoffed. He had warned her before. If she stepped out of line, he would personally break her legs. Even if she was at the police station now, he''d bail her out just to do it himself. As Keh flipped the photo over, his eyebrow twitched. "Damn Who said I''m her toy boy? His expression became unreadable, causing the bodyguards and servants to hold their tongues in fear. 14:51 Mon, Nov 11 ti.
Lisa could only fret silently, wondering why Keh wasn''t more concerned.
Clutching the photo, Keh turned and headed upstairs, pulling out his phone to make a call.
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead in the Denex police station. Tracy, the assistant, had just finished recounting the incident. Emily sat beside her, face masked, a picture of silent distress.
The officer offered some reassuring words. This kind of thing happened often in the entertainment world - obsessive fans threatening celebrities'' privacy, followed by ckmail attempts.
It was just that the amount this time was quiterge.
"We''ve already sent people to bring her in. We''ll get to the bottom of this. I assure you, the officer, Steven, stated.
"Thank you," Emily replied, ying the role of a victim as she sat on the couch, clutching a ss of water with both hands.
Tracy chimed in, "Steven, you have no idea how brazen that woman is. She''s from the slums, you know. She must have gone crazy with greed to try and ckmail our artist for seven million dors. Surely that''s enough to lock her up for good, right?" Steven''s brow furrowed at the mention of "slums". It was true that the area was known for its uneducated residents who often engaged in illegal activities. In his mind, he had already convicted the used.
When Ophelia was escorted into the office by two officers, she found Emily, masked and wide-eyed, staring at her in apparent terror.
"Nice acting. Ophelia scoffed. This time, you''re not just scratching the surface!
Tracy pointed at her and yelled, "It''s her, Steven. She''s the one extorting money."
Steven hesitated. The girl before him didn''t look like someone who''d have any connection to the slums. But appearances could be deceiving. "Are you Ophelia? Show me your ID, please One nce at her ID would reveal whether she was from the slums or not
As Ophelia reached into her bag. Tracy let out a coldugh. "Steven, why don''t you just round up all these slum-dwellers. It''d save us from letting these low-lifes tarnish Denex''s image."
The officer didn''t even flinch at Tracy''s words. Such tant discrimination against slum residents was apparently normal.
Ophelia produced her ID, but it was facing down, hiding her personal information.
"What''s the hold-up? Tracy sneered. "Too scared to show it? We all know you''re slum trash. Stop trying to hide it and hurry. We don''t have all day."
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Ophelia indifferently raised her eyelids, her gaze as sharp as a de, cutting through the air towards Tracy. Even a saint would lose patience with this constant buzzing.
Tracy flinched under Ophelia''s icy stare, inching closer to the cap. "Steven, you seeing this? She''s giving me the creeps. This is exactly how she intimidated Emily before.
"Enough," Steven shot back. "Just hand me the ID. His tone was severe, either annoyed by the chaos or perhaps disdainful of Ophelia''s background. Either way, he impatiently snatched the ID from her.
The address read: (4702, 226 Barlin Road, Denex West End.] It was not the West End slums.
Tracy craned her neck to look, and upon realizing it wasn''t the West End slurns, she quickly grabbed the ID from Steven''s
hands. "How is this possible? She showed the ID to Emily, whose brow furrowed in confusion.
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It can''t be Emily pondered. ''Isn''t Ophelia supposed to be the girl the Hastings family had reimed from the slums?
Steven felt a surge of anger as if he''d been deceived. He looked Emily and Tracy with exasperation.
"Finished?" Ophelia asked, her expression remaining cool and detached throughout.
This address held deep significance. It was obtained by her grandmother years ago to ensure Ophelia could attend school. Her grandmother had traded a hand-made dress for it, an act that ultimately cost her eyesight. Steven took the ID from Emily and handed it back to Ophelia. When he gazed at her again, the earlier judgment was gone but he still held the wariness reserved for suspects. "Ophelia, we''ve heard you possess a video of Ms. Hastings and are attempting to extort seven million dors from her. Is this truc
Ophelia''s lips curled slightly, but before she could answer, two knocks sounded at the open door. Everyone in the room turned to look at the neers.
A young police officer stood in the doorway, and behind him was a man dressed in a tailored navy blue suit.
The man stood about six feet three, with soft yet defined features. His brow, however, was stern and unyielding. With amber eyes hinting at a mixed heritage, he radiated a sense of elite professionalism. "Adams West," he said, extending his hand. "I represent Miss Spencer."
"Adams. That name rings a bell, Steven thought. Rising from his seat, he sized up the imposing figure at the door, bis mind working. Adams West? The internationally renownedwyer?''
Steven recalled a legal segment on Denex TV where Adams had been a special guest. In his six-year career, he had never
lost a case.
Steven looked back to Ophelia, seeing her in an entirely new light. If she can retain such a heavyweight in the legal world,'' he pondered, ''she must be quite something herself.
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on of "slums". It was true that the area was known for its uneducated residents who often engaged in illegal activities. In his mind, he had already convicted the used. When Ophelia was escorted into the office by two officers, she found Emily, masked and wide-eyed, staring at her in apparent terror.
"Nice acting. Ophelia scoffed. This time, you''re not just scratching the surface!
Tracy pointed at her and yelled, "It''s her, Steven. She''s the one extorting money."
Steven hesitated. The girl before him didn''t look like someone who''d have any connection to the slums. But appearances could be deceiving. "Are you Ophelia? Show me your ID, please One nce at her ID would reveal whether she was from the slums or not
As Ophelia reached into her bag. Tracy let out a coldugh. "Steven, why don''t you just round up all these slum-dwellers. It''d save us from letting these low-lifes tarnish Denex''s image."
The officer didn''t even flinch at Tracy''s words. Such tant discrimination against slum residents was apparently normal.
Ophelia produced her ID, but it was facing down, hiding her personal information.
"What''s the hold-up? Tracy sneered. "Too scared to show it? We all know you''re slum trash. Stop trying to hide it and hurry. We don''t have all day."
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Ophelia indifferently raised her eyelids, her gaze as sharp as a de, cutting through the air towards Tracy. Even a saint would lose patience with this constant buzzing.
Tracy flinched under Ophelia''s icy stare, inching closer to the cap. "Steven, you seeing this? She''s giving me the creeps. This is exactly how she intimidated Emily before.
"Enough," Steven shot back. "Just hand me the ID. His tone was severe, either annoyed by the chaos or perhaps disdainful of Ophelia''s background. Either way, he impatiently snatched the ID from her.
The address read: (4702, 226 Barlin Road, Denex West End.] It was not the West End slums.
Tracy craned her neck to look, and upon realizing it wasn''t the West End slurns, she quickly grabbed the ID from Steven''s
hands. "How is this possible? She showed the ID to Emily, whose brow furrowed in confusion.
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It can''t be Emily pondered. ''Isn''t Ophelia supposed to be the girl the Hastings family had reimed from the slums?
Steven felt a surge of anger as if he''d been deceived. He looked Emily and Tracy with exasperation.
"Finished?" Ophelia asked, her expression remaining cool and detached throughout.
This address held deep significance. It was obtained by her grandmother years ago to ensure Ophelia could attend school. Her grandmother had traded a hand-made dress for it, an act that ultimately cost her eyesight. Steven took the ID from Emily and handed it back to Ophelia. When he gazed at her again, the earlier judgment was gone but he still held the wariness reserved for suspects. "Ophelia, we''ve heard you possess a video of Ms. Hastings and are attempting to extort seven million dors from her. Is this truc
Ophelia''s lips curled slightly, but before she could answer, two knocks sounded at the open door. Everyone in the room turned to look at the neers.
A young police officer stood in the doorway, and behind him was a man dressed in a tailored navy blue suit.
The man stood about six feet three, with soft yet defined features. His brow, however, was stern and unyielding. With amber eyes hinting at a mixed heritage, he radiated a sense of elite professionalism. "Adams West," he said, extending his hand. "I represent Miss Spencer."
"Adams. That name rings a bell, Steven thought. Rising from his seat, he sized up the imposing figure at the door, bis mind working. Adams West? The internationally renownedwyer?''
Steven recalled a legal segment on Denex TV where Adams had been a special guest. In his six-year career, he had never
lost a case.
Steven looked back to Ophelia, seeing her in an entirely new light. If she can retain such a heavyweight in the legal world,'' he pondered, ''she must be quite something herself.
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