The Sacrifice

The Sacrifice : Chapter 3

As Charles began listing her "crimes," Sandra felt uneasy. She knew this vengeful man wouldn't let her off easily.

"I gave you money, didn't I? It's not like it was free..." Sandra started to speak with courage, but the fierce gaze from the man made her shut her mouth.

"If that's the case, I'll give you ten times the money to spend a night with a man you don't like. How about that?" Charles's hand firmly held Sandra's slender chin, his eyes blazing with anger as if he could drown her in flames.

Sandra, witnessing the man's furious expression, felt her heart in her throat. She had prepared herself for Charles's anger, but she never expected him to retaliate in this manner.

"Tell me, what kind of man do you like? I can fulfill your desires—whether it's one, two, or even more," Charles unabashedly released the pent-up dissatisfaction from all these years. Seeing Sandra on the verge of breaking down, he felt an indescribable satisfaction.

Each word he uttered carried the pleasure of revenge, systematically dismantling Sandra's inner self like a knife cutting into her heart.

She never imagined that the man she silently loved for ten years could hate her to such an extent.

In the stunned moment for Sandra, she heard the man's deep, cello-like voice calling out to someone outside the door.

Assistant Tom Ryan walked in promptly, respectfully asking, "CEO, what are your orders?"

"Take this woman to the nightclub. Tell the person in charge to let her entertain the clients," the man ordered ruthlessly, as if dealing with someone entirely unrelated.

Upon hearing Charles's resolute tone, Jones Sandra's pupils dilated instantly. She couldn't believe Charles's retaliation against her would be so harsh.

"Well..." Tom glanced at his enraged CEO, then at Sandra huddled in a corner, hesitating on what to do.

"What's the matter? Daring to defy my orders?" Charles shot Tom a fierce look.

Instantly, Tom dared not hesitate any longer. He approached Sandra and awkwardly said, "I'm sorry, Madam."

"She's no longer a madam. Looks like you want to go mine in Gateville as well," the man's icy voice came through without a trace of mercy.

Sandra suddenly stood up, despair in her eyes as she stared at Charles. Then, she began to laugh, "You hate me so much?"

"Yes, seeing you makes me nauseous," the man said harshly, turning away without another glance.

A bitter smile crossed Sandra's lips. Even after five years, a glimmer of hope had always lingered in her heart. However, at this moment, it all turned to ashes.

For fifteen years, she had carefully kept him in a corner of her heart. It was time to let go. His heart was made of stone—holding onto it only chilled her.

"Alright, as you wish. From now on, we're even. If we meet again, we'll be strangers," she declared.

Sandra watched Charles's retreating figure, the light in her eyes dimming. Clenching her hands tightly, she uttered a despairing sentence and then decisively turned away.

Assistant Tom Ryan shook his head helplessly. As a bystander, he witnessed the CEO pushing a woman he loved to the brink.

He wondered if the CEO would regret this in the future.

Closing the door quietly, he looked at the departing Sandra and hurriedly followed.

Meanwhile, Charles smoked one cigarette after another. Slowly exhaling smoke rings, he watched the vehicles below gradually disappear from his sight. Despite succeeding in his revenge, an indescribable restlessness gnawed at his heart.

Charles furrowed his brows harshly, crushing the cigarette in frustration. He picked up his phone from the table and opened the door to go downstairs.

The driver, as if sensing something, had already parked the car by the entrance. Charles swiftly got in and instructed the driver to head to the nightclub.

The city's largest nightclub, attracting the upper echelons of society. True to its name, "Night Charm" dazzled in the enchanting neon lights, creating a night of allure.

Wealthy second-generation individuals frequented the establishment, enjoying their time in the vibrant and dazzling atmosphere.

Tom parked the car, and together with Sandra who was so worried about harry at home, they entered the nightclub, trailed by a group of neatly dressed bodyguards.

"Madam, if you apologize to Mr Robert now, he might not be so heartless," Tom said, still feeling reluctant.

"No need," Sandra declared resolutely, her expression unchanged. Without waiting for Tom Ryan's response, she walked inside.

Seeing that the night had fallen, she couldn't help but worry if her precious son had eaten his dinner.

So, she sent a message to Harry: "Mom has something to do and will be back later. Be a good boy, have your dinner, and sleep well!"

Over the years, her son had grown considerate beyond his age. Being self-sufficient, he was fully capable of taking care of himself, and she didn't have to worry too much.

After texting her son, letting him know there was food in the fridge and he could heat it up in the microwave, she pocketed her phone, feeling reassured upon receiving his reply.

"Ah!" Tom sighed with a hint of helplessness as he watched Sandra walk away. He quickly followed her.

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In the luxurious and spacious Rolls-Royce.

Charles continued the phone call, hearing the panicked voice of the butler from the other end: "Young Master George, Young Master is throwing things again, and we can't stop him!"

"For what reason?" Charles became instantly tense.

"Young Master said he wants his mom!" The butler spoke tremblingly.

Madam was a taboo topic in their mansion. Since her tragic death during childbirth, mentioning her name had been strictly f*******n.

As the conversation unfolded, Charles heard the sound of things breaking on the other end of the line.

Charles sighed, massaging his forehead. His son, George, had been demanding to see his mother since he learned about her existence. The boy had a quick temper and frequently resorted to breaking things when he didn't get what he wanted.

Charles was faced with the dilemma of how to break the news to his son that his mother had passed away. He was afraid of hurting the boy, especially considering George's persistent birthday wishes for his mom to be by his side.

Each time he saw his son's determined yet restrained gaze, Charles's heart softened. He couldn't help but feel a mix of compassion and sorrow.

In an attempt to shield his son from the truth, Charles resorted to telling him that his mom had gone abroad for work and would return when the time was right. Little George, at his tender age, believed the story and eagerly awaited the promised reunion.

To Charles's dismay, the woman hadn't perished but had chosen to abandon their son, leaving him to deal with the consequences. The mere thought of it fueled Charles's anger, wishing he could tear apart the woman responsible for the pain his son had endured.

He just couldn't understand. That woman, who was a habitual liar, never fulfilled a single day of her duty as a mother despite giving birth.

While George has never seen her, yet he is infatuated with her every day.

The more Charles thought about it, the more irritated he became. He casually loosened the restraint of his tie, feeling his breathing return to normal.

Then, in anger, he declared, 'If he likes smashing things, let him smash.' He decisively hung up the phone without hesitation.

Thinking about personally sending that woman to the nightclub, and then considering his son's stubborn and restrained gaze, Charles found himself with a headache."

Charles closed his eyes, leaning back against the cushion. His fair and slender fingers massaged his temples.

"Uncle David , please hurry!" Jackson's deep and hoarse voice echoed.

"Alright!" The driver, David Pence, nodded repeatedly, increasing the speed.

He was considered a senior figure in the household, having served as a driver for Charles's grandfather since a young age and later for Charles's father.

Even after Charles took over the business, out of sentimentality, he didn't replace David Pence. After all, Uncle David had watched him grow up, and he had been diligent and loyal throughout his life, never doing anything out of line.

David heard the entire conversation from the recent phone call, and seeing the young master so troubled, he couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Young Master, there's something I'm not sure whether I should say or not," David hesitated before speaking.

Uncle David, go ahead," Charles still held great respect for Uncle David.

"Well, since the Young Madam has returned, and the Young Master misses his mother so much, why not give her a chance for redemption and let her take care of the Young Master," Uncle David suggested slowly.

"Humph! Her? Is she even worthy?" Charles retorted with a cold face!

"Regardless, she is the Young Master's mother. Besides, the Young Master used to keep it a secret, but as he grows older, he might one day leave home and search for his mother. After discovering the truth, he might even resent you as his father," Uncle David emphasized, trying to convey the seriousness of the matter.

Hesitating upon hearing Uncle David's words, Charles considered that keeping this woman close might be better than dealing with uncertainties outside.

Besides, George's personality was cold and distant, fitting the description of "arrogant and domineering" as his sister would say.

Charles recalled the tragic fates of women who tried to get close to his son in the past, and with time, his formidable reputation deterred anyone from approaching him.

If that woman were openly brought into the household as a nanny, given her questionable character, it's likely that his son's idealized image of his mother would be completely shattered in no time.

Moreover, she would be tormented by George as revenge for being abandoned initially. Revenge on the heart might be more effective than taking a life.

Seeing Charles's brows gradually relaxing in the rearview mirror, Uncle David knew his suggestion had been accepted. He focused on driving without saying another word.

"Uncle David, spread the word that anyone who has seen Sandra before is not allowed to reveal her identity as George's mother," Charles instructed, his voice carrying a hint of satisfaction.

"Understood," Uncle David acknowledged, knowing that this was the Young Master's significant compromise.

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Charm Night, second-floor private room. The luxurious space is bathed in alluring lights, with around ten couples embracing on sofas.

Some whisper sweet nothings, others clink glasses in toasts, and a few engage in duets. As soon as Sandra enters, the gaze of the men in the room locks onto her.

"Hey, John, check out this chick. She's pretty hot!" A bespectacled man speaks up.

"Yeah! Her figure looks good. Playing with her must be thrilling!" Another, in a suit and tie, lecherously scans Sandra from head to toe.

Meanwhile, a man sitting with an enchanting woman, sharing a toast, slowly lifts his head. He is John, full name John Riley.

Being a well-known local second-generation wealthy individual, he spends his days indulging in luxury and chaos, constantly surrounded by women."

Upon hearing about a beautiful woman, his eyes instantly light up as he turns to look at Sandra.

His gaze lands on her face as she enters, and he can't help but raise his voice, "Oh, isn't this the former school flower Jones Robert! Once an unattainable pure beauty, now working in a nightclub! Haha...!"

"Haha..." As John's words echo, the other men join in with laughter.