Chapter 542
โHoney, what are you thinking about?โ Richard asked, amused by her dazed expression. He gently flicked her forehead.
Tiffany glared at him. โYou only know how to attract other womenโs attention.โ
โWhat?โ Richard was stunned. โWhen did I attract other womenโs attention?โ The accusation felt unjust.
Tiffany snorted, looking away. โYou know what youโre doing.โ
Richardโs gaze hardened, settling on Grelle. Itโs this woman again, he thought. Turning to his subordinates, he said coldly, โWhat are you waiting for? Throw her out.โ
His subordinates immediately obeyed.
Grelle, still under Richardโs intense gaze, was startled by the order. โMr. Hampton, have you forgotten I saved you twice? How can you be so heartless? Tiffany, that bitch, is the one who should be thrown out! She has ulterior motives and might stab you again!โ
Richardโs expression turned chillingly cold. His smile was cruel. โThen Iโm willing, too.โ He would gladly endure anything, even death at her hands.
Grelle was stunned. He seemed cold and heartless, yet he gave all his love and gentleness to one personโsomeone who would never be her. Tears welled in her eyes.
She broke free from Richardโs subordinates. โI understand. Iโll leave myself.โ She had been rejected repeatedly; she would at least maintain her dignity. Sobbing, she turned to go.
A demonic voice stopped her. โLeaving so easily?โ Richard asked, a cold smile on his face. How dare she insult Tiffany and think she could escape without consequences? he thought. โThrow her to the back of the mountain.โ A pack of wolves lurked in the most remote corner.
His subordinates carried out the order. Grelle struggled in vain. Soon, she was brought to the back mountain to an enclosure where a pack of wolves awaited. She rolled her eyes, nearly fainting from terror.
โLet go of me!โ she cried. Seeing her fate sealed, she turned to Tiffany. โTiffany, Tiffany, Iโm sorry! I didnโt dare to scheme against you. Save me! I donโt want to dieโฆโ
Tiffany, surprised by Richardโs seriousness, tugged at his sleeve. โAre you really going to throw her in?โ
โOf course.โ Richardโs temper was notorious. For someone like Grelle, repeatedly crossing his boundaries, it was merciful not to kill her outright.
Tiffany sighed, remaining silent. Grelle, clinging to the metal door, cried louder. โTiffany, Iโm sorry! Please let me go! I wonโt do it againโฆโ She pinned all her hopes on Tiffany. โMy parents are waiting for me! If I die, they wonโt be able to live eitherโฆโ
Tiffany frowned. Grelle is at fault, but not unforgivably. The village chiefโs family is kind, and Grelle is their only child. It would be cruel to let them lose her. She tugged at Richardโs sleeve.
โRichard.โ
โCall me honey.โ
Tiffany gritted her teeth. โHoney.โ
โHm?โ Richardโs face remained tense, but his dark eyes held unconcealed joy.
โForget it. Let her go.โ
โOne sentence.โ
Tiffany gritted her teeth. โHubby, letโs forget it. Let her go!โ
โMy wife has spoken. How can I disobey?โ Richard chuckled, gentleness softening his features. He waved a hand, and his subordinates removed Grelle from Royal Bay. The wolves stirred but retreated.
Grelle, still crying, was thrown out. Her voice trembled, โThank you, Tiffanyโฆโ Her submissive demeanor starkly contrasted with her earlier arrogance.
Tiffany ignored her and re-entered the villa. She sensed a resentful gaze and turned to see Grelle trembling as she left. This lesson will likely keep her away from Royal Bay, Tiffany thought, dismissing the matter.
All the servants had retreated, leaving only Tiffany and Richard in the luxurious living room.
โHoneyโฆโ Tiffany thought, I need to coax him before telling him Iโm leaving.
Richard, however, saw her unusual behavior. He raised an eyebrow. โTell me, what are you going to do to upset me?โ
Tiffany touched her nose. โNothing! Iโฆ I justโฆโ
โJust what?โ
โJust want to go away for a few days.โ
โHow many days?โ
โThree to five days, at mostโฆ half a month?โ
Richard frowned, helplessness in his eyes. โWhere? What are you doing?โ
Tiffany had no intention of hiding her plans; she told him everything. He would discover her true identity eventually.