Chapter 282: Which One Is Your Wife?

Harold grabbed Meryl by the chin, his eyes widening with unexpected interest as he took in her features. “Well, well, look at that pretty face. And the skin–so soft and delicate…”

Seeing Harold’s increasing fascination with Meryl, Lydia let out a sigh of relief.

She thought, “Although the situation has spiraled out of control, at least the outcome seems consistent.”

Harold started to unfasten his belt, and within a few seconds, Meryl’s mind raced through a whirlwind of thoughts.

Pleading with someone like Harold would only be degrading, and it might only fuel his desire to dominate.

Keeping her voice icy calm, Meryl said, “You’re after money, right? If you touch me, that money might slip through your fingers.”

Harold paused, intrigued. “Oh?”

“Think carefully. Do you want a few moments of pleasure or a big payday that could turn your life around?”

The suggestion sparked Harold’s curiosity. “How much are we talking about?”

Meryl’s gaze flicked briefly towards Lydia.

Lydia felt an unsettling premonition rise within her.

Meryl’s eyes gleamed with determination as she continued, “How much depends on how much her husband values her.”

Harold was confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just get my phone and dial the number she just called,” Meryl instructed.

Harold noticed something unusual in her tone. “What’s the deal? If we use your phone, will her husband pick up? What’s your connection to him?”

“It’s not about my connection. What matters is that her husband is the so-called prince of Kingsdom,” Meryl said.

At the mention of the Kingsdom prince, Harold’s eyes lit up with excitement. He quickly dialed the number.

After a single ring, the call was answered almost immediately.

Dalton’s voice was warm, tinged with surprise.

“Meryl! You’re calling me?”

The phone was on speaker, and in the abandoned factory, Lydia heard Dalton’s voice clearly. A wave of bitter emotion washed over her.

She thought, “Meryl’s playing dirty! She’s deliberately humiliating me! Dalton picked up Meryl’s call right away!”

“Meryl? What’s wrong? Why aren’t you speaking?” Dalton’s voice held confusion as he waited for a response.

Harold said, “Your Highness, which one of these women is your wife?”

Dalton’s lips tightened. Hearing the unfamiliar voice, he asked, “Who are you?”

“I’m your grandfather!” Harold’s tone was mocking.

At those words, Harold’s men burst into laughter.

Realization dawned on Dalton that something was seriously wrong.

He thought, “Is Meryl being held hostage?”

“How much do you want?” Dalton asked urgently, standing up from his seat and heading out.

“Twenty million dollars! Not a penny less!” Harold said, reaching out to touch Meryl’s smooth face.

She immediately turned her head away and warned sharply, “Don’t touch me!”

Hearing Meryl’s voice, Dalton trembled.

The thought of what those men might do to her made him anxious and restless as he paced frantically.