Chapter 611 Under Tobias’s Spell

Kyla had no idea. Tobias was already controlling her mind without her knowing.

“Tobias, I don’t know what I’d do without you… You feel like the light that rescues me in my dark life. You light up my world and chase away the cold. You won’t leave me, right?” she asked.

“Silly girl, how could I ever leave you? We’ve been together so long. Don’t you know how I feel?” Tobias whispered.

His voice was soft, but to Kyla it sounded like a demon’s whisper from the depths.

Kyla felt like she was sinking in water, clutching the last lifeline.

His words gave her the strength to fight with all her will to break out to the water surface. It saved her from drowning.

She couldn’t help but sob and said, “Thank you, Tobias, thank you…”

This time, these tears were real.

They proved she had completely fallen for him.

…

“Kyla, I know our first meeting was an accident, and getting close started as a kind of deal. But in the two years I’ve known you, I’ve come to see you for who you are—fragile, sweet, someone who needs protecting.

“My heart keeps drifting toward you. Especially when I see you cry, so helplessly, it pains me. Seeing you like that in the hospital in Endralsia, and hearing you’re in trouble now–I feel the same. I want to see you, to hold you and give you warmth and comfort.”

“Tobias…”

Kyla cried even harder.

Tobias’s words came straight from the heart. It felt like some attack she couldn’t block. They cut through her shell.

Kyla knew that after hearing these words, she couldn’t resist him anymore.

From then on, she only wanted to live for Tobias.

“All right, my little princess,” he said softly. “You’re crying so much you’ll make me ache. Smile for me, okay? I didn’t say these things to make you cry. I want to see you happy.”

“Okay.”

After a few more sweet words, Kyla realized she had almost reached home.

“Tobias, I’ll tell Mom and Dad like you suggested. I’m almost there. I have to go. Talk later…”

“Kyla, may I have a goodbye kiss?” he asked.

“Oh…”

Kyla’s cheeks flushed red.

She glanced around nervously, making sure the driver’s eyes were still on the road.

Then she puckered her lips and gave him a playful kiss.

“Haha, Kyla, thank you. You’re adorable.”

“Stop it, Tobias! You’re so bad… always teasing me,” she said, half–shy, half–thrilled.

Her heart fluttered with the playful flirtation.

Kyla loved everything about Tobias—the tall frame, the sharp looks, the air of confidence. Most of all, she loved that dangerous charm, the way he stayed close, spoiled her, and made her feel like she was the only one.

To her, he was the Prince Charming she had always dreamed of.

For the first time in her life, Kyla had tasted this kind of happiness. Was this what people called falling in love? Was this how it felt to fall in love for the first time?

No schemes, no tricks, just a girl giving her whole heart to one man. Kyla was ready to do anything just to stay in Tobias’s warm embrace.

Lost in the glow of romance, she didn’t notice the driver watching her through the rearview mirror. He rolled his eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t stick.

To him, this customer looked a little crazy.

He just wanted to drop her off and be done with it.

After hanging up the phone, Tobias’s eyes darkened with something else entirely.

“Kyla, Kyla… Under my lead I will push you, step by step, into hell. You’ll have no choice but to betray your family. Then you’ll stand by my side and help me take their fortune.”

He whispered to himself, his smile turning cold. “Don’t blame me. If I don’t do this, I’ll never meet Malcom’s expectations. I’ll never earn my place in my family. I’ll never take back what belongs to me.”

Tobias knew Malcom’s two wives had already started noticing him.

They didn’t care how many illegitimate kids Malcom had outside.

What they couldn’t tolerate was an illegitimate child with real talent–one that threatened their status.

If it weren’t for Tobias’s sharp mind and luck in surviving danger, those two women would have killed him long ago.

Even now, with Malcom’s protection, Tobias knew his safety was fragile. If he failed to prove himself, if he lost Malcom’s favor, danger would come again.

He had to succeed. Fast. He had to show Malcom that Crown Group couldn’t grow without him.

Only then could he carry out his final plan.

“Mr. Lowell, I’m finished with my shower.”

The bathroom door opened.

A woman stepped out, wrapped in a towel. She was 39, with striking curves, wine–red curls, and eyes that sparkled with practiced allure. Despite her age, she had taken good care of herself.

Tobias tossed his phone aside, walked over, and pulled her into his arms. Breathing in her perfume, he looked spellbound. “Sweetheart, I’m dying here. I need you now.”