"Let go! Knight Timothy! I'm not the one plotting against you!"
In the hotel room, Craig Sophia's outerwear was brutally stripped off by the tall man and thrown aside.
His lips were burning hot, landing on the nape of her neck. His large hand was wandering on her body, slipping into her clothes, pinching her slender waist, and his retaliatory force caused her body to ache.
"Not you?" The man’s actions paused due to the effects of the drug, his voice hoarse. "Who are you? Why are you in my room?"
Upon hearing this question, Craig Sophia almost wanted to laugh.
Who could she be?
She is his wife of three years!
Three years ago, the Craig family's business was in crisis. Craig Sophia's father, Craig Peterson, thick-skinnedly approached the Knight family, asking them to fulfill the promised marriage alliance, intending to use Knight family to save the Lin's.
However, at that time, the eldest son of the Knight family was already married. Hence, this marriage proposal fell onto the man in front of Craig Sophia, Knight Timothy.
A wife that fell from the sky, of course, Knight Timothy was unwilling.
Therefore, the Knight family proposed a condition. For the marriage, they could give three billion dollars as the dowry to help the Craig family through their crisis.
But, after three years, the marriage had to be dissolved.
At that time, Craig Sophia had not yet reached the legal age of marriage, so they got their marriage license overseas.
No, to be precise, neither of the parties involved were present. Family members took their documents and sent someone else to get the license.
As soon as the marriage certificate was issued, Knight Timothy went abroad, and only now, when the three-year agreement was about to pass, did he return home earlier. He probably wanted to personally divorce, which shows his disgust towards this marriage.
They had been legally married for three years, yet the two had never once met. Craig Sophia had seen her husband in the news, but Knight Timothy, who harbored deep resentment towards the Craig family, had probably never considered getting to know his wife. Hence, today's question, 'Who are you?'
Craig Sophia also felt the bitterness of their situation. She didn't want this marriage either. If possible, she was unwilling to even see Knight Timothy before their divorce.
The reason she came here today was that Craig Peterson found out that Knight Timothy had returned to the country. He begged Craig Sophia to visit him personally, asking for his help to work with the Craig family, to ensure that after the end of their marital relationship, the Craig family would still have a reason for relying on the powerful Knight family.
Yet, she did not expect that Craig Peterson, who was supposed to accompany her, had ditched her halfway to handle other affairs.
The key point was that when she entered the room, Knight Timothy had been drugged!
He had tried rinsing himself with cold water, but it seemed to have no effect. When she entered the room, he was like a wolf who had spotted a lamb, as if he wished to devour her.
As Knight Timothy saw that she didn't answer his question, he forcefully kissed her passionately, "Regardless of who you are, help me. I will definitely compensate you afterward."
His strength and speed far surpassed Craig Sophia's, leaving her with no means of resisting.
In the dark room, their breaths intertwined, making the air feel boiling hot.
It was a long and sultry night. Craig Sophia didn’t know how many times she had accompanied Knight Timothy. In the end, she was drenched in sweat. Unexpectedly, their first meeting in three years was in this kind of situation.
It indeed was a god’s jest.
...
Craig Sophia was awakened by the sound of knocking on the door.
She opened her eyes in a daze. The room was still dark; it seemed that dawn had not yet arrived.
The man beside her also awakened. Hearing the noise, he asked coldly, "Who is it?"
"Mr. Knight, it's me." The voice of his assistant came from outside.
He finally got out of bed, wrapped himself in a bathrobe, and without turning his head, he said to Craig Sophia, "Keep quiet, don't make a sound."
Craig Sophia: "......"
She was the one who had received the marriage certificate, yet she was treated like a mistress.
The man walked to the door and opened a crack, "What's the matter?"
"Mr. Knight, are you okay?" The assistant asked with concern. "You suddenly left the drinking party and have been gone for four hours. Everyone is worried about you."
Four hours?
Craig Sophia was speechless.
No wonder there was such an all-over ache, like she had been taken down by a bear, she had actually stayed with Knight Timothy for so long.
"I'm fine. Is there anything else?" Knight Timothy asked at the door.
The assistant said, "Mr. Lin of the Lin Group has requested a meeting with you for 10 a.m. today, will you attend?"
Knight Timothy hesitated, before saying "The one who sold his daughter to me?"
The assistant nodded, "Yes."
Knight Timothy replied in a cold voice, "No meeting."
Inside, Craig Sophia heard the conversation between the two clearly.
Although what Knight Timothy said was true, from a certain perspective, it wasn't pulling at the heartstrings of the person involved.
After all, she hadn't willingly sold herself.
Her face grew cold. She managed to get out of bed, despite the dull ache in her body. In the darkness, she found her clothes and dressed herself. Taking a banknote from her pocket she placed it under the bedside table's lamp. She then headed to the balcony and without hesitation jumped!
At the entrance, Knight Timothy hadn’t noticed yet that the woman in the room had long vanished. He instructed his assistant, "Investigate who acted unscrupulously at tonight's banquet."
The assistant paused, but quickly understood and busily went to carry out the task.
It was only then that Knight Timothy returned to the room. In the dark, in the faint moonlight, he saw that the bed was empty. Turning on the light, he searched the whole room but the woman from earlier could not be found.
His brows furrowed in confusion.
Had the passionate encounter just been a dream?
But there was a clear bloodstain on the bed, proof that the girl who gave him her first time had indeed existed.
Where was she?
Lowering his gaze, he unintentionally noticed a red banknote being weighed down on the bedside table.
Moving closer to have a look, his face immediately darkened.
A hundred Yuan?
What did she take him for?
