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Chapter 121
The Price of Love
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"This is the finest Dragon Well tea. Even the most powerful officials in
Havenbrook rarely get to taste it. The annual yield of this tea is extremely scarce, only a few taels. This small sip of yours is worth 60,000 dollars."
One sip. 60,000 dollars!
Summer almost choked on the expensive tea
Under Madam Graham's sharp gaze.
She forced herself to calm down and took a deep breath
There was still a faint smile on Helen's face.
"Fraser is the bloodline of the Graham family and the only heir. His parents passed away when he was six years old. It was his grandfather and I who poured everything into raising him,"
Summer listened with her head bowed and her fingers gripping the teacup.
When Helen spoke of Fraser, a hint of warmth appeared in her face instead of a cold smile.
"His nature has always been carefree and unrestrained, and he does as he pleases. Spending a fortune to make a beauty smile is indeed something he would do. But money is the least of our worries in the Graham family."
As she spoke, she picked up the blue and white porcelain teacup in front of her and took a small sip. Just like this tea, it may seem rare and precious to you, but in reality, only tea of this superior quality like this is worthy of the Graham family."
Summer's eyes flickered slightly, and she slowly raised her head, her gaze meeting Helen's directly across the table.
"Madam Graham."
Helen raised his hand to stop Summer from speaking.
"Ms. Stewart, since this is our first meeting, let's start with a gift from me." With that, a servant stepped forward and handed a document to Summer. Summer was slightly stunned, her fingers stiff as she accepted the file. She held the document in her hands but didn't open it right away.
Helen took a sip of tea and looked at her. "Open it.
After a moment, Summer opened the file and pulled out a document and a recording.
Helen's voice sounded.
"This document is for 30% of the shares of Stewart Croup. From now on, you are the largest shareholder of the Stewart Group."
"This recording is a conversation between your best friend Yvette's ex and someone else. Once this is revealed, she will be cleared of all accusations and can return to her original position.
Summer's hands holding the documents felt cold and stiff, but inside, she wanted to laugh.
Madam Graham tas indeed not easy.
She had investigated my background so thoroughly
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She looked at the still friendly and kind Helen, her voice clear but with a hint of coldness. "Madam Graham, are you giving me these things to make me leave Fraser?"
Helen leisurely placed her teacup on the table and smiled.
"It's no big deal for a man to have a few women, especially someone as exceptional as my grandson, Fraser.
"But liking someone is one matter, and marriage is another. I don't mind you being his wife, but I must remind you that the Graham Group has a marriage alliance with the Lastesh Group. Don't dream of becoming Mrs. Graham. I hope Ms. Stewart understands your position."
Summer felt a cold run through her entire body.
I understood Helen's meaning.
IfI was willing to be an unofficial lover, even a mistress, I could still stay by Fraser's side.
After Summer left, the butler, Karena, helped Madam Graham massage her back.
"Why didn't you just tell Summer to leave Mr. Graham? That would have settled everything. Karena asked.
"What do you know? A subtle warning is always more effective than an outright banishment. Today's conversation will make her think things through on her own." Helen replied.
"With Fraser's rebellious nature, his relationship with his grandfather is already strained. If I'm too harsh, won't it push him further away from us?"
Summer didn't know how she got home.
When she saw the glaring document on the table, she wanted to throw it away.
She grabbed a bottle of ice water from the fridge and drank it in one gulp.
The icy water cooled her chest and helped her tense emotions to calm down a bit.
After a while, Summer took out her laptop and listened to the recording.
Then she called Yvette.
The voice on the other end sounded breathless.
"What's up, babe? I just finished an event."
"I have a recording of Quicksilver. It clearly shows that he was just playing with you. If you release this, you can prove your
innocence."
Yvette asked confusedly, "Where did you get this? Did you really go to Mr. Graham?"
"Don't worry about it. As long as this recording can help you."
After hanging up, Summer took the blue tie she had bought, along with its
package, and stuffed it in the bottom of her closet.
She went to take a bath and sank into the bathtub.
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The Weight of Love
Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.
Thinking about everything that had happened recently, her thoughts finally settled on. The Graham Group has a marriage alliance with the Lastesh Group. Don't dream of becoming Mrs. Graham.
Suddenly, she stepped out of the bathtub, pushing the wet strands of hair away from her face.
Hadn't I already known?
Then... why did my heart feel so hurt?
After her bath, Summer dried herself, wrapped a white towel around herself, and walked into the living room.
Suddenly, she saw a man sitting on the sofa
He was slightly bent over, holding a design book she had left on the table, and reading it intently.
She heard her footsteps.
The man looked
up,
his dark, deep gaze landing on Summer,
She had just stepped out of the shower, her skin still glistening with moisture.
Her pale skin had a rosy tint, and her loose robe revealed her delicate collarbone and the smooth, pale skin of her chest. Her legs were long and shapely, and her feet were pale with pink toes.
Fraser's eyes
darkened a shade, and the corner of her lips curved slightly. "Like drawing?"
Summer avoided his intense gaze, her voice calm. "Just flip through a magazine. Why you here?"
Fraser leisurely closed the magazine and put it on the table, looking at her with amusement. "Not welcoming me?"
Summer walked over to the desk and subtly put the folder into a drawer.
The next moment, the man walked over and placed his hands on either side of her, leaning in close. His head rested on her shoulder, the faint scent of her body and the jasmine scent of her bath enveloping him.
Summer instinctively froze.
Fraser raised an eyebrow, his handsome face teasing, "One day apart, and your body doesn't recognize me anymore?"
Summer lowered her eyes. I'm not feeling well.”
"Did I hurt you last night, huh?"
Summer didn't answer the question, but pushed his hand away from the table.
She stepped away from the overwhelming male presence,
Fraser saw the slight resistance in her demeanor and pulled her back.
Summer stumbled into his arms.
Fraser sat down on the desk chair and pulled her onto his lap. He played with a strand of hair near her chest, his long, well- formed fingers occasionally brushing the soft swell of her breasts,
A tingling sensation shot through Summer, making her shiver slightly.
Fraser turned her face back to him, his fingers pinching her soft, pale cheek, his
gently pressing into her
"What's bothering you?"
"Nothing. I'm just not in the mood today."
Fraser's lips curled into a lazy smile. "Did I say I would do something?"
Summer felt suffocated.
Usually, when it came to things without a future. I wouldn't get so involved
But the thought of mentioning the word "break up...
Those two words felt like a thousand pounds pressing down on my chest.
"I'm going to get some water.
With that, Summer stood up from his lap, walked to the refrigerator, and pulled out a bottle of cold water.
On the table, her red phone lit up with a notification.
Fraser's gaze shifted from her slim figure to her phone.
A string of numbers with no name attached. "Summer, I'm sorry. Come back to
me."
Fraser's eyes immediately darkened.
He picked up the phone and dialed the number.
"Happy birthday!"
I will change. I'll change everything. Can you forgive me?"
Fraser threw the phone back on the desk.
He stood up and walked over, scooping Summer into his arms and carrying her into the bedroom.
Summer, suddenly lifted into the air, lost her slippers, her beautiful legs kicking slightly.
"Fraser! What are you doing?"
Fraser threw Summer onto the bed.
His long fingers began to unbutton his sapphire blue shirt, revealing well-defined muscles that were both seductive and intimidating
Summer lay on the bed, her robe falling open, exposing her smooth shoulders.
She propped herself up on her hands, a hint of coldness in her bright eyes. "Is that all you want from me!"
Fraser's sharp, narrow eyes were unreadable, his voice deep and husky. "What, didn't you have fun last night?"
ith that, Fraser leaned down and bit her slender neck, his lips teasing and nibbling.
Summer clenched her fists, her breathing getting heavier.
The man's lips moved from her neck upward, finally stopping at her small earlobe.
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The Distance Between Us
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Fraser lifted his head, his hand resting on the side of the bed, his cold eyes fixed on her. His sharp, dark gaze seemed to pierce through her.
His deep, hoarse voice carried an ambiguous tone. That look on your face makes me feel like I'm forcing you."
After a moment, the desire in Fraser's eyes gradually cooled. He pushed himself up and slowly stood.
The bare-chested man with the suit pants hanging loosely at his waist stood tall and looked down at her with an unreadable expression.
As the overwhelming male presence receded, Summer's heart slowly calmed. She looked up and unexpectedly met Fraser's dangerous gaze.
Summer also sat up, her voice soft. "I think we both need some personal space sometimes."
Fraser stared at her for a moment, his expression like fallen leaves after a storm.
The atmosphere in the room grew heavy, almost oppressive, under the harsh glare of the bright lights.
Fraser's lips curled into a cold smile. "Fine."
With that, he pulled on his clothes, stepped out, and left.
The sound of the door closing echoed in the room.
Summer slowly wrapped her arms around her legs and sat there in a daze.
For several days, Summer received no messages or calls from Fraser.
She stayed at home and painted. One by one, interior design sketches flowed from her inspired mind.
Her phone rang in the living room.
Summer answered the call.
“Babe, I'm the spokesperson for the Marloux. Today is the opening ceremony: I saw your name on the guest list. Are you coming today?"
Since Yvette had revealed the recording
She had cleared her name and proved that Quicksilver was the one who had cheated.
Yvette had gone from being the victim to the wronged party, and public opinion had instantly shifted in her favor.
Her popularity had soared even higher than before.
The endorsements-and TV dramas that had demanded compensation from her were now extending olive branches and begging her to return.
Upon hearing this, Summer remembered that her assistant Quinn had sent her the Marloux's invitation a few days ago.
"I got it, but I might not go."
Yvette frowned. "Why not? Something's wrong with you. Did something happen?"
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the spokeswoman"
After hanging up. Summer changed into a simple gray one-shouldered dress at home and prepared to leave.
Just as she was getting dressed, the doorbell rang
Summer was questioned. Maybe Yvette had sent someone to pick me up
She opened the door..
And she saw Julia standing there.
Julia looked a bit haggard, but her eyes lit up when she saw Summer.
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"Summer, you haven't responded to my messages or calls for the past few days. I was worried that something had happened, so I came to check on you."
Summer's pale face immediately darkened.
"Well, you've seen me now,"
Your father mentioned that you haven't been to the company lately." Julia said in worry.
“If you're just here to talk about that, you can leave."
With that, Summer closed the door and ignored them.
Julia grabbed Summer's arm, her voice pleading. I came here today to ask for your forgiveness."
Hearing this, Summer couldn't help but laugh.
She turned around and looked coldly at Julia.
"Forgiveness: Forgive for what?"
"Forgive you for only remembering Margaret as your daughter when I returned to the Stewart family? Forgive you for always being prejudiced against me! Forgive you for never treating me as your daughter?
Julia's face flushed with guilt.
"Give me a chance to make amends. Let's forget the past and start over as mother and daughter, okay?"
Summer's voice was icy. "Hah, you weren't there when I needed you the most. Now that I don't need you anymore, its too
late"
Julia's heart ached "Summer, mothers also make mistakes. If you had grown up by my side 20 years ago, none of this would have happened. I would have loved you forever."
Summer's emotions exploded! She couldn't hold back.
Just because I didn't grow up with you, you look down on me! It was Yolanda who exchanged me and Margaret for her own selfish desires. She was willing to do anything for Margaret, but you're my biological parents. I thought you would be my support, but instead, you're the source of my pain."
Julia's heart felt like it had been stabbed with a knife when she saw the pain flash across Summer's face.
She wanted to say more, but Summer ran away.
Watching Summer's retreating figure, Julia fel a deep pain in her chest.
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The Unwanted Attention.
Julia's eyes turned red.
Summer, this is all my fault!
Summer ran to the underground parking lot, got into her car, and took a deep breath.
After calming down for a moment, she stepped on the gas and drove off.
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Due to the delay, by the time Summer arrived at the venue, the ribbon-cutting ceremony for the Marloux had already ended.
Summer was escorted by the staff to the next part of the event, the cocktail party.
The Marloux as a top Belvare luxury brand, the guests at today's event were all elites from Havenbrook's high society, celebrities from the entertainment industry, and top journalists and photographers.
The cocktail party was grand and opulent, with an Oblistan-style ambiance. Servants moved about with trays of drinks.
Yvette, the brand spokeswoman, mingled with the Marloux executives, holding a glass of wine.
When she saw Summer enter, she quickly walked over and introduced her.
Martin smiled at her, no longer with the previous arrogance, but greeted her in broken Mandarin.
"Hello, Ms. Stewart
Summer also smiled and nodded. "Hello"
Martin said with an apology. "I'm sorry for rejecting you last time. I didn't know you knew Mr. Graham. I hope you don't mind."
Upon hearing Fraser's name, Summer was momentarily stunned.
"Having the Marloux in the Stewart Mall is our good fortune."
"Trevor.
Martin noticed Trevor approaching from a distance.
He stepped forward and patted Trevor's chest. "Long time no see. I've been trying
to invite you for a drink, but you've been ignoring me."
Martin and Trevor were old friends who had studied together in Belvare.
Trevor patted him back.
Martin hadn't been in Havenbrook long and didn't know the history between Summer and Trevor.
"This is Ms. Stewart. The Marloux will be in her family's mall.
Martin's gaze shifted between them as if he had discovered something interesting.
"Wow, you two look like a couple today. both in gray suits."
Trevor's dark eyes were fixed intently on Summer.
Yvette rolled her eyes and stepped forward, blocking Trevor's insolent gaze.
Just then, one of Martin's executives raised his glass.
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"You can't drink liquor. Have this instead."
Yvette gritted his teeth.
Late care is worse than mone
Summer didn't take the red wine from Trevor
Instead, she raised her glass and took a small symbolic sip.
Summer's close friends knew that she couldn't handle liquor well; her body would
turn red if she drank too much.
But a small sip was fine.
Trevor frowned and lowered his voice so that only they could hear.
"Summer, you don't have to hurt yourself just to spite me."
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At that moment, a commotion broke out at the entrance. A famous guest had arrived, and the flashing cameras were clicking rapidly.
Summer looked up, her gaze cutting through the crowd and the blinding camera lights.
The familiar, handsome man walked in with his usual casual stride, surrounded by a group of people.
The Marloux executives and other prominent guests rushed to greet him.
"Mr. Graham, we heard from your assistant that you wouldn't have time to attend. Your presence today truly elevates this
event!"
Fraser's handsome face carried an air of aloofness and nobility. Amidst the flattery, he didn't even bother to smile.
His sharp, dark eyes glanced briefly at Summer, who was standing in the distance, then shifted coldly away when he noticed the man beside her.
Journalists and photographers from Havenbrook's top media outlets rushed to press their shutters, vying for exclusive shots.
When Yvette saw the man surrounded by admirers, he wanted to say something to Summer
But Summer spoke first. "Yvette, I'm going to get something to eat."
Summer walked over to the buffet area and picked up a plate to grab some cake to satisfy her hunger.
Unawarely, Trevor had appeared beside her like a shadow.
He held a piece of blueberry cake and offered it to Summer.
"Your favorite blueberry cake."
Summer glanced at it, but ignored him and picked up a cookie instead.
I hadn't expected Trevor to be so persistent.
Within these times, he had sent me more messages than in the entire five years we had been together.
Each time, it was from a different number. I have to delete them one by one.
But with his wealth, Trevor probably had an endless supply of numbers..
At last. I wat lary to bother him
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The Dance of Regret
Hearing this, a flicker of pain crossed Trevor's eyes.
His voice was hoarse. "Summer, is there really no chance for us?"
"No."
Summer's an
answer was firm and determined.
With that. Summer ignored him and quickly ate some food.
Trevor lowered his eyes, his fingers gripping the blueberry cake so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
When I tried so hard to change and make amends.
summer had become cold and welding.
There was no trace of me in her eyes
Trevor had never been so humiliated in his life, lowering his pride to beg a
woman.
Sometimes he wondered.
11 by was Summer the only one for me?
If it was just a habit from those five years, then I could find another woman to cultivate that habit.
But the thought of being with someone else, someone like her, made me feel uncomfortable all over
Only then did I realize that it wasn't just a habit, it was love.
Even if another man appeared at her side.
I couldn't let go either.
Just then, the elegant melody of a waltz filled the air.
Pairs of men and women in beautiful gowns took to the dance floor, twirling gracefully.
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Madeleine Berry, the heiress of the Marloux, wore a plunging black evening gown.
Her golden hair made her look like a princess
She held a wine glass, her red nails captivating and alluring.
Madeleine had always been confident. In Belvare, no one could resist her charms.
She tossed her long hair, her gaze seductive as she looked at the man next to her, whose noble yet arrogant unmatched.
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"Mr. Graham, can you dance with me?"
Fraser's flawless face showed no emotion as he sipped his cocktail, his voice cold.
"I'm allergic to dancing."
This ridiculous excuse for rejection was the first Madeleine had ever heard.
Her eyes narrowed and her red lips curled into a smile.
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"It seems that I'm not charming enough"
As she spoke, Madeleine leaned forward, her low-cut dress revealing a tantalizing glimpse.
Fraser didn't even bat an eyelid, "Sorry, I'm color blind."
Marry frowned.
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With my stunning figure, most men would have been drooling, but he showed no reaction at all!
Didn't he know hote many men around the world would kill to tear off my dress? Meanwhile, Trevor was following closely behind Summer.
Suddenly, he reached out his hand and pulled her into a spin, pulling her close. The next moment, he led her onto the dance floor.
Summer immediately refused.
But with so many journalists present.
Summer didn't want to make a scene.
Her voice was low but full of anger.
"What are you doing? Trevor, do you know what you're being right now? A clingy muisance"
"I'm sorry. I just want to have a serious conversation with you."
The surrounding guests, seeing the strikingly handsome couple on the dance floor, erupted into a small wave of excitement.
Summer's voice was icy. "This relationship is in the past for me. Your apologies don't matter anymore."
As she spoke, she glanced to the side and saw Fraser watching her, his gaze cold and dark.
Summer's heart skipped a beat. Even though she and Fraser had no future together, she instinctively feared his misunderstanding.
Trevor begged sincerely. "No, I love you. I don't want it to be in the past."
Summer's voice became urgent. "But I don't love you. I've said it many times; I have no feelings for you anymore.
Trevor noticed where Summer's gaze had lingered earlier and said bitterly, "You've fallen in love with him, are you?
Summer didn't answer.
Such personal feelings didn't need a response
Trevor's eyes stung
How could I not understand her?
Fre years together.
I knew exactly what love looked like in her eyes.
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Timmerman's lanel ini mushinal"
Chapter 126
Trading Partners, Trading Hearts
What a cunning game of playing hard to get. Fraser certainly knew how to put on a show.
Madeleine extended her slender, delicate hand, intending to place it lightly in the man's waiting palm. The very next moment, she was yanked straight into the dance floor by him,
Her steps faltered, nearly twisting her ankle as she stumbled forward.
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Fortunately, her skill in dance was exceptional, and she quickly found her rhythm, keeping pace with the sweeping cadence
of the waltz.
Her eyes glimmered, vivid and enchanting. Fraser, do you enjoy being rough?" she teased, her voice soft but suggestive. "Later, in the room, we could... explore that."
The man remained silent.
Puzzled, Madeleine followed his gaze, trailing along the path of Fraser's deep, obsidian eyes, which looked dark and cold as midnight.
She gave a faint smile. "Ah, that's Trevor. He and that woman... they do make quite the pair with their matching outfits and the way they dance together. But we'd be an even better match."
At that moment, the music shifted. A graceful crescendo swelled, and the male dancers lifted their partners, sending them. spinning through the air in elegant
arcs.
Before Madeleine could finish her sentence, Fraser's hand released her. With a flick of his wrist, he cast her outward. In the very next breath. Summer's waist was caught firmly by another strong, unyielding arm. She fell into the familiar, steady warmth of a different embrace.
Lifting her gaze, Summer found herself staring into a pair of deep, dark eyes that looked cold and fathomless, like a storm- churned sea.
In the world of waltz, exchanging partners was not uncommon. But it took mastery and confidence and often became a silent duel between men.
The atmosphere in the ballroom swelled, reaching another fevered climax. All eyes were now on the Bossman of Havenbrook, effortlessly leading his stunning new partner across the polished floor.
Applause thundered, wave after wave crashing through the crowd.
Summer inhaled that familiar scent. The pine and winter chill belonged uniquely to Fraser. It had been half a month since they had seen each other. Now, he was here, right in front of her.
Unlike earlier when she was dancing with Trevor like they were separated by a stranger's distance. This time, Fraser was truly holding her. Dancing this dance with her. Summer's heart skipped a beat.
Fraser's arm circled tightly around her slender waist; his other hand interlaced firmly with hers. His polished shoes moved in smooth rhythm, guiding her with precision and grace as they melted seamlessly into the music.
Fraser lowered his head, gaze fixed on her. His voice was quiet, detached. "This is the freedom' you wanted?"
It was not until that moment that Madeleine realized something w that was it. Fraser had invited her to dance only to trade her away.
She was just a pawn in his game.
wrons. They had switched partners without warning! So
Oh my god. Met Madeleine, the heiress of the Mare Gerber, used by someone else like thist
Madeleine stood frozen in disbelief. Sure, Trevor was not lacking in charm. He had the wealth, power, and status. But he was
Trading Partners, Trading Hearts
Jealousy. Rage. A storm of emotions churned inside him. But he could not do anything about it.
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Summer and Fraser's hearts were clearly elsewhere. Both of them danced on, mechanically following the familiar rhythm of
the waltz..
Summer parted her lips, wanting to explain, but the words felt pointless. Fraser's grip suddenly tightened at her waist. He leaned in, his voice low and husky, edged with something darker. "Answer me."
Summer's soft curves pressed flush against his hard frame, sending a wave of heat rushing through her. Her face burned, a mix of anger and helplessness flaring up. "You've got it wrong," she said quickly, her tone tight with frustration.
Fraser's gaze dropped to her, sharp and unreadable in the dazzling light of the ballroom. For a long thoment, he said. nothing. But those dark eyes of his pinned Summer in place, making her heart twist and race uncontrollably.
She knew this man. His arrogance and his pride. She knew that he did as he pleased, wherever, whenever. He did not care about appearances and who was watching.
Fraser's lips curved slightly, not quite a smile. "Fine. Kiss me
Summer's head snapped up, her wide, dark eyes filled with disbelief.
Was this man seriously in heat all the time?!
Summer's expression shifted awkwardly. She lowered her voice, "Can you not do this here?"
Fraser's reply was maddeningly casual, yet it oozed that dangerous kind of allure. "What can I say? I can't help it." His hand on her waist did not loosen, and his body pressed even closer.
"Besides," his voice dropped even lower, "everyone's watching. And this is Marc Gerber's gala, isn't it?"
Fraser's long, narrow eyes narrowed further, an air of lazy amusement in his gaze. You're my woman. Why? Do I need everyone's permission just to kiss you?"
Summer's breath caught. Furious, but powerless to stop him. Her eyes grew misty, dark lashes wet as she looked up at him Softly, she whispered. "Can it wait until later?"
Fraser leaned in close, his breath warm as it brushed against the delicate shell of her ear. His voice was low and husky, carrying a lazy seduction that sent shivers down her spine. "Would you do whatever I tell you to do?"
Summer clenched her teeth and forced the "out. "Fine! Til do it Whatever you want!"
As soon as the words left her lips, she heard the faintest trace of a chuckle. It was low and deep, vibrating right beside her ear, leaving a subtle tremor behind.
Moments later, the waltz came to an elegant close, and the music faded away. The dancers slowly drifted apart, partners letting go one by one.
Summer immediately shoved Fraser away, freeing herself from his arms. Shooting him a sharp glare, she turned on her heel and walked straight toward the restroom
Inside, she pulled out her compact powder, lightly patting her cheeks to calm the flushed color blooming there. She then grabbed her red lipstick, twisting it up and carefully reapplying it.
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Chapter 127
Circling Sharks.
Why was it that every single time, this man had me completely under his thumb?
After washing her hands, Summer took a steadying breath and walked out of the restroom.
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Off to one side, a woman stood alone in the narrow corridor outside. She looked striking. Her curves were wrapped in a slinky, provocative dress that shimmered under the faint light. A slender hand held a cigarette between two fingers, and wisps of smoke curled lazily around her, veiling her expression in a haze of mystery and allure.
But the woman's sultry gaze was impossible to ignore. One glance, and it could pull you under. She was dangerous and seductive, like an enchantress straight out of a myth.
Summer recognized her immediately. This was the same woman who had just been dancing with Fraser. She walked past the woman without saying anything, keeping her expression calm and indifferent. But just as she passed, a slender, jade-like hand suddenly reached out, blocking her path.
"Ms. Stewart, isn't it?" The woman's voice was soft, dripping with allure, tinged by
a faint huskiness from the cigarette she was smoking. I'm Madeleine," she continued. "Heiress of Marc Gerber."
Summer stopped, turning to look at her. "What is it?" she asked, her tone cool and distant.
Madeleine asked directly, "What's your relationship with Fraser?"
Summer's brows knit together. "I don't think I need to explain that to you.
Madeleine let out a low, smoky laugh. The thick scent of cigarettes filled the narrow hallway, and Summer instinctively took two steps back.
Tve decided I want him," Madeleine said bluntly. "I don't care what's going on between you two. I'll have him. I want to sleep
with him."
The sheer boldness of the statement made Summer's stomach twist with discomfort.
"You should probably tell him that directly," Summer replied, her voice clipped. "It's not something I can help you with."
Madeleine gave a soft hum. "You don't mind?" she asked, tilting her head, eyes gleaming with curiosity. "My sixth sense tells me you've already slept with him." Is every French woman this direct?
Summer's face stiffened, her expression faltering for just a second.
"Don't get me wrong," she said lightly. "I have no desire to be his woman. But you can tell me, how is he in bed? He doesn't strike me as the cold type."
Summer stared at her, momentarily at a loss for words.
How did this woman even come to the conclusion that Fraser might be cold?
But being questioned so bluntly like this made something snap inside her. "Seven times in one night," she said evenly. "What do you think?
Madeleine's eyes lit up instantly. "Oh my god, she breathed, her gaze gleaming. "He's definitely my type.
"But," Summer added sharply, "you won't get the chance." With that, she turned on her heel, stalking off with a heart full of frustration and simmering irritation.
By the time she returned to the ballroom, the music had faded, and the atmosphere had shifted back to its usual opulence Crystal glasses clinked. Laughter rippled through the air. Wine flowed freely as the city's elite slipped seamlessly back into
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A Hook-up in the Car?!
Suddenly, a man in polished, sharp-toe leather shoes stepped into Yvette's path.
She looked up and saw that vile Bobby standing in her way.
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Bobby stood there with his arms crossed leisurely over his chest. A faint, mocking smile played at his lips as he watched her.
Yvette frowned, the distaste in her gaze undisguised. "A well-behaved dog knows when to stay out of the way, she said coldly.
Bobby clicked his tongue with his tone dripping with insolence.
"You've been on your feet all day, little beauty," Bobby drawled, "Why not let me take care of you?"
Yvette let out a cold laugh, her eyes sweeping over him with disdain. "Men and their lying tongues. If you're going to run a con, at least pick someone stupid enough to fall for it. Me? I'm out of your league, remember?"
Without waiting for a reaction, she sidestepped, intending to walk around him, but Bobby's large hand shot out, blocking her way once more.
"Hey, lady," he said, his voice taking on a lazy arrogance. "I'm interested in you, I think we should be friends." In his eyes was the kind of pride that made Yvette's stomach turn. As if he were doing her a favor just by looking her way
Yvette halted, shooting him a sharp glare. "First of all, my name's not lady: Second, I don't make friends with Trevor's friends"
The second the words landed, Bobby's expression darkened. He bristled like a dog provoked.
"What's wrong with Trevor?!" He snapped. "Trevor took a liking to Summer, and that's her blessing! You should talk somet sense into your liule girlfriend. Tell her to stop playing hard to get and crawl back while she still can!"
Yvette's lips curled in a cold smile. "Is that so?"
Before Bobby could react, she raised one sharp stiletto heel and drove it down hard onto his polished leather shoe.
"Ah!"
The pain shot up his leg instantly, and Bobby hopped back on one foot, clutching his shoe, his eyes red with fury.
"You crazy bitch! I'll make sure you regret this!"
Yvette gave
him a look of pure scorn.
"Let me tell you something. Summer is with the Fraser now. So why don't you and Trevor stay as far away from her as possible?"
With that, she turned on her heel and strode away, not sparing Bobby another glance..
Bobby stood there, head cocked in disbelief.
Did I hear her right? Is Summer with Fraser now? That woman had actually managed to climb into the Fraser's bed?!
In the underground parking lot. Summer stepped out of the elevator.
An extended black Ressug-Resemog was parked nearby. It was bold and
imposing, as if announcing to the world exactly who it belonged to
A driver stood respectfully by the rear door, holding it open.
A Hook-up in the Car?!
Summer hesitated. She stood there for a moment, uneasy
The words she had thrown at Trevor earlier echoed back. Her cheeks burned.
He's not going to suggest a hookup in the car, is he?
The driver's silent, dutiful gaze landed on her. Summer bit her lip, then took a deep breath and got in.
The door closed behind her with a soft click. The driver retreated a few steps, waiting silently in the distante..
Inside the car, the world was quiet. Fraser sat back lazily in the leather seat, his eyes closed as if resting
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The faint glow of the overhead lights skimmed his chiseled features. He had sharp brows, a strong jaw, and a few buttons on his collar left undone, revealing the smooth lines of his throat and collarbone. He looked wild, dangerous, and far too tempting
Summer could not help stealing a few glances. She hated to admit it, but Fraser was exactly her type.
After a while, Fraser slowly opened his long, dark eyes. His voice was lazy, low, and rough as it echoed through the car cabin. "Like what you see?"
Summer froze, caught staring, too late to look away. She crashed into his gaze so suddenly, so unexpectedly, that her heart missed a beat.
Flustered, she turned her head away, like a student caught daydreaming by the teacher. Embarrassment crept up her cheeks.
How could this man be so sharp, even with his eyes closed?
Summer pressed her lips together and forced herself to stare straight ahead, pretending nothing had happened.
But Fraser's eyes lingered on her pale face, trailing down to the delicate curve of her ear, now tinged with a faint blush. He could not resist. He reached out and gave her soft earlobe a gentle pinch.
The man's fingertips were cool, but the moment they brushed her skin, it was as if a jolt of electricity ran through her. Summer's ear tingled; an odd shiver coursed down her spine.
"You called me here for something?" she asked stiffly, trying to maintain composure.
Fraser's dark gaze stayed locked on her. His voice dropped low, rough with a teasing edge. "Sleep with me.'
Summer's face turned red in an instant.
This man is shameless!
Without thinking. Summer pressed her legs tightly together, her voice wobbling slightly. "Here There are people coming and going. I don't think it's a good idea."
"What's not good about it?"
neet his eye
A lazy smirk tugged at Fraser's lips. He reached out, his finger hooking under her delicate chin, forcing her to meet "You said it yourself. Whatever I want."
Summer shrank back, pressing against the car door, one hand braced against his chest to keep some distance between them. "Don't come any closer."
Fraser chuckled, the sound low and rich. "Scaredy-cat
And with that, he lay back casually, resting his head on her lap. His long legs stretched out, crossing lazily at the ankles.
"Ms. Stewart, is that all you ever think about?"
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Summer Piglet
What a petty little thing
With his eyes still closed, Fraser's voice was tinged with a hint of drowsiness. "I can't satisfy you today. If you really can't hold back, you could always help yourself."
Summer's bright eyes widened in disbelief. She gritted out each word through clenched teeth. Tm not that desperate!"
As soon as she finished, she huffed and turned her head away in indignation.
After a while, the interior of the car settled into a calm, steady rhythm, filled only with the sound of soft, even breathing. The narrow space seemed to shut out all the chaos of the outside world, leaving a rare, peaceful quiet.
Summer lowered her gaze. It landed on Fraser's face, striking and flawless even in sleep. Without that usual edge of cold arrogance, he seemed much more approachable, almost harmless.
Summer's eyes lingered on the faint shadows under his lashes.
Was he exhausted fately?
Before she realized it, her hand reached out, hovering close to his face. But the moment her fingertips brushed the sharp strands of his hair, she jerked back as if electrocuted.
For half a month, Summer had sat with her decision in silence. She thought she had her answer about their relationship. But now, at this moment, staring at this man so close she could feel his breath. She thought, maybe... next time.
Summer slowly drifted awake. Her sleepy eyes blinked open, only to realize she had somehow dozed off too.
And now, they had swapped positions. She was lying on Fraser's lap.
He held a phone in one hand, busy handling work. The shifting glow of the screen flickered across the sharp lines of his face, painting his features in shadows and light.
Hearing her stir, Fraser set his phone aside and gave her a long, deep look.
"You're awake?"
Summer sat up quickly, a little flustered. "When did I fall asleep?"
Fraser's voice was low and magnetic, laced with amusement. "Weren't you the one who said you'd keep me company? And then you passed out like a little piglet, What a big shot." He smirked. "Maybe I should just call you Summer Piglet."
"I'm not! You could've woken me up."
Summer looked up and met his dark, smoldering gaze. Those eyes, they were like the deep sea at midnight, swirling with hidden tides.
Inside the confined car, the air seemed to heat by the second. She licked her lips unconsciously; her throat was dry. Her body felt warm. Maybe it was because she had just woken up?
"I should go..."
Fraser raised his eyebrow.
Just as Summer reached for the door, his arm curled around her slender waist, pulling her firmly back into his lap
"Summer Piglet, you're just going to leave like that?"
Summer Piglet
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Fraser's lips brushed against the delicate curve of her cheek. His breath was hot, grazing her skin like a brand. Fingers traced her jaw lightly before his teeth found her ear, and he bit down not quite gently.
"It hurts!"
Her soft, breathy complaint came out more like a whimper, carrying an unintentional note of sweetness. The sound sent a jolt through Fraser's body, his muscles tense, desire coiled tight.
Fraser's gaze darkened even further. "If you know it hurts, he murmured, his voice dangerously low, "then be nice
Spare me the pointless words that only served to provoke me
The warning had barely left his lips when he reached out, his fingers tilting her chin toward him. His eyes were deep and intense, a turbulent storm barely held in check. And then he crushed his mouth down on hers, the kiss rough and uncontrollable, devouring her softness without restraint.
The familiar scent of his cologne and the raw masculinity of his presence filled the car, surrounding Summer, leaving her nowhere to hide.
She could not stop herself from drowning in his kiss. His skillful lips drew her in deeper, until her hands curved lightly around his neck, her body instinctively leaning closer.
It was a deep, lingering French kiss, searing and overwhelming, one that stole all the air from her lungs.
By the time Fraser finally pulled away, they were both breathless. His restraint had clearly been pushed to the brink, danger simmering just beneath his skin.
He ran a hand through her long hair, smoothing it as if trying to soothe himself. I've got a flight later,” he said, voice still husky. "If I didn't, I'd have taken you right here.
Summer blinked up at him, her eyes still hazy. A business trip?"
The last time, Fraser had cut a week-long trip down to four days just to be back in time for her birthday. But there were still unresolved matters at their US. branch and some follow-ups he could not put off.
Fraser's dark eyes glinted with a wicked gleam as his lips curved into a faint, lazy smirk, dangerously seductive, "What? You can't bear to let me go? Why don't you come with me then?"
Summer snapped back to her senses at his teasing tone. The air between them was still charged with something electric, something heated. She forced herself to scoff, looking away. "If you want to go, then go. What do I care?"
Fraser chuckled, the sound low and indulgent. "Summer Piglet he said, his voice laced with amusement. "while I'm gone, you better behave yourself. If anything happens, call me first.
Inside one of the private VIP rooms at The Qube, the floor was littered with empty, high-end liquor bottles scattered around.
Trevor sat slouched on the leather sofa, his eyes bloodshot from too much alcohol, an súra of ice-cold fury radiating from him. Just being near him was enough to chill someone to the bone.
He gripped a bottle of whiskey in one hand, pouring another full glass of the burning liquor without a second thought. His head pounded, but he did not care.
He tilted his head back and downed it as if it were water. The liquid scalded all the way down, burning a fiery path to his gut. leaving behind only pain.
When the glass was empty, Trevor flung it hard across the room.
The door creaked open at that moment, and Bobby stepped inside. Just in time
to almost get hit. He jumped back with a startled curse as the glass narrowly missed his most vital parts.
th a sharp crash, the glass shattered against the door, pieces scattering like ice crystals across the floor.
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It was the first time Bobby had ever seen Trevor drink himself into this kind of stupor. He hurried forward, concern etched all over his face. "Trevor, what's going on? How did you get this drunk?"
Trevor was already far gone. He mumbled over and over in a hoarse and broken voice, “Summer, why did you betray me? Why don't you love me anymore?"
Bobby had been stunned ever since hearing the explosive news earlier that afternoon.
At first, he thought Yvette was just stirring up trouble when she said Summer had gotten involved with Fraser.
But now, seeing Trevor like this, he had no choice but to believe it.
Bobby sat down beside him, trying to offer some comfort. "Trevor, that's enough. If you keep drinking, your stomach's going to bleed again."
Trevor shoved him away, grabbing another glass and pouring himself a full drink.
Bobby scowled and snatched the glass from his hand. "Come on, it's just a woman! Turn off the lights, get in bed: aren't they all the same? The difference is just how good their body feels, better or worse; that's it. Is this really worth it?"
He leaned closer, lowering his voice persuasively. "Besides, you've got someone right here who can fill that empty space in your heart."
Bobby's eyes glinted as an idea struck him.
Right. Why hadn't I thought of this sooner?
He whipped out his phone and quickly fired off a message to Peyton. Trevor's drunk. Come to The Qube. He's all yours tonight.
The room was quiet when Peyton arrived. Trevor was sprawled on the couch, already asleep
The sharp, aloof edge he always carried was gone. Now, up close, all she could smell was the heavy stench of alcohol that clung to him.
Peyton stared at him, her heart pounding, her mind made up.
This time, I will not fail again
She took the access card Bobby had given her and waved down a hotel staff member. With their help, she brought Trevor to an executive suite in the hotel. When the door opened, they hauled him onto the massive 18-meter-wide white bed.
Peyton took a deep breath and used almost all her strength to get Trevor's shirt off, revealing the hard, defined lines of his abs, sculpted to perfection.
She slipped off her shawl as well, and she leaned in to unbuckle his belt.
Suddenly, Trevor turned over, mumbling in his sleep. "Summer, Summer! Don't leave me.
The sound of that name made Peyton freeze.
Summer. Again.
She lay softly against Trevor's bare chest, her hand gliding over his skin. Her voice was sugary sweet. Trevor, look at me... I'm your dearest Peyton."
But Trevor, drunk as he was, groaned and muttered, "No... not Peyton. I want Summer..."
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