Chapter 4 For My Own Good
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Alvar took off his helmet, a slight smile on his chiseled face.
"Fish don't bite that quickly. No rush. Let's take it slow."
He got off his motorcycle, tossed his helmet to the man behind him, and walked straight to a stretched Rolls-Royce.
His friend, Mike Hardy, shook his head helplessly, tossed his helmet to the bodyguard behind him, and followed Alvar into the car.
Inside, Alvar took out a bottle of Lafite, poured it into a goblet, and sipped it slowly.
He leaned elegantly against the comfortable seat, his eyes dark and unreadable as he stared at the ten-million-dollar check.
Curious, Mike took the check from his hand. Seeing the neat handwriting, he couldn't help but laugh. "Is the mysterious Vortex Group CEO's first night only worth ten million?"
'First night? That stubborn woman was already in such a bad state that I didn't even get a chance.'
Seeing Alvar's expression gloomy, Mike mistakenly thought he had hit a nerve and placed the check back in front of him.
"What are you going to do next?"
"She's more interesting than I thought. She'll definitely investigate me next. Don't let her find everything at once. Release that bit by bit."
With that, he downed his wine in one gulp.
At Amelia Villa, as soon as Hetty walked into the living room, her stepmother, Nicole Sander, started scolding her, "Hetty, you never give us any peace. Look at how angry you've made your father."
Hetty looked behind her stepmother at her father sitting on the sofa.
Paul Amelia's brows were furrowed, his breathing rapid. The family doctor packed up his instruments while advising, "Mr. Amelia, you're generally fine. Just don't get too riled up."
"Okay." Paul nodded. "Someone, see Dr. Holt out."
As Melissa Holt walked past Hetty, she discreetly observed her. When her gaze fell on the numerous hickeys on Hetty's neck, a flash of anger crossed her face.
Paul stood up from the sofa, his face stern, and shouted at Hetty, "Hetty! You've gone too far. I found you such a good match, and you dare to run away."
"That old man is as old as you. Is that your idea of a good match?"
"You!" Paul was so angry that his hand shook as he glared at her.
Nicole hurriedly supported Paul, pretending to look heartbroken as she gazed at Hetty. "Hetty, your father is doing this for your own good!"
Hetty felt sick looking at Nicole's fake concern.
"For my own good? You mean letting that old man drug me? In the hotel that I manage with all my hard work?" Hetty sneered.
Paul's shoulders shook with a violent cough. "Hetty, you've disappointed me so much! You're just like your mother, always wanting to achieve great things and then leave me, right?"
"Dad! I've told you many times. I won't abandon you. I just don't want to spend my life as an unambitious housewife!"
Hetty was really at her breaking point. She had managed the hotel meticulously for years, but her father was always suspicious of her due to the shadow of her mother leaving the family.
Sensing the tense atmosphere, Nicole quickly signaled her daughter, Amy Sander, who was watching the drama unfold.
Amy immediately got the hint. "Hetty, even if you don't want to marry Bayer, you shouldn't be fooling around other men."
"I didn't!" Hetty glared angrily at Amy.
Amy looked Hetty up and down with disdain.
"Oh? With those noticeable hickeys on your neck, who would believe you?"
Since her stepmother and stepsister moved in, they had been against her. Now, with Amy's instigation, Paul was furious.
"Stay in your room and reflect on your actions. Don't go to the hotel anymore. You're not allowed to leave without my permission."
Paul cast a disgusted glance at Hetty before leaving the living room with Nicole's help.
"Dad! You can't do this!"
Hetty tried to rush forward to argue with Paul, but the bodyguards dragged her to her room.
Feeling heartbroken, Hetty lay on her bed, staring at the closed door.
Although she managed the hotel, her father held the real power. If he insisted she no longer manage the hotel, all her years of hard work would be in vain.
While she was frustrated, someone opened the door.
Then, Amy walked in with a smug smile.
"What are you doing here? You're not welcome. Please leave," Hetty said, staring at Amy defensively.
"Still putting on airs? You've lost your right to manage the hotel. Just wait to marry that old man. The hotel will be mine by then."
Amy had long coveted the hotel but only knew how to indulge herself and had no skills to manage it.
Hetty would never let someone like Amy take over the hotel.
"You?" Hetty scoffed at Amy. "Even if you take over the hotel, it wouldn't last a few days under your management."
"How dare you look down on me!"
Amy raised her hand and slapped Hetty hard. Hetty was caught off guard. Her delicate face instantly swelled.
Touching her tingling cheek, Hetty stood up and slapped Amy back loudly.
She was always tolerant towards Amy and Nicole for her father's sake, but this did not mean that Amy could insult her at will. Moreover, from the moment her father tacitly allowed that old man to drug her, she no longer showed any leniency towards them for her father's sake.
Amy held her face in disbelief. "You actually hit me?"
"I did. Do I need to pick a day for it?" Hetty nonchalantly shook her tingling hand.
"I'm going to tell Dad!" Amy cried as she ran out.
Hetty couldn't care less about Amy's childish tattling. The worst thing that could happen was another scolding from Paul. 'What could be worse than my current situation?'
Just as Hetty was about to lie down to rest, she saw a tall figure lurking outside her window through the curtains.
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