Chapter 1510

Aubree clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. "Who said I'm asking for your help? I'm threatening you!"

"Threatening me?" Shawn's amused expression deepened. "I don't think you're capable, given your current situation."

Aubree gritted her teeth. "If you refuse to help, I'll report you to the police! You'll go to jail for what you did that night!"

The smirk vanished. His voice dropped, low and menacing. "If I feared consequences, I wouldn't have done it. Do you have any evidence? Anything to use against me?"

Aubree's lashes fluttered. Evidence? I planned to use him; I left no trace.

Seeing her reaction, Shawn continued, "If you have nothing, behave yourself. My interest wasn't romantic; it stemmed from your connection to Lucian. Otherwise, I doubt I'd find you attractive."

He grasped her chin forcefully, contorting her face. "If you want my help, ask politely. Don't give me attitude, or you'll regret this."

He tossed her aside in disgust.

Frieda's heart sank, witnessing the shift in his demeanor. She glanced at Aubree, suggesting tentatively, "Aubree, perhaps you should talk to him while I check on the situation."

Without waiting for a reply, she hurried out, fearing further trouble. The butler entered at the same time, leaving Aubree and Shawn alone.

Aubree lay sprawled on the floor, wretched, as Shawn towered over her, regarding her as worthless trash. "Will you speak nicely now?" he asked, disdain dripping from his voice.

A while later, Aubree struggled to her feet, her head bowed. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to speak softly. "I'm willing to do anything if you help me."

Shawn felt a surge of satisfaction watching the former socialite submit. "Lucian discarded you like trash, but your body is... acceptable..."

He moved closer. Aubree dug her nails into her palms. His insults stung, but she reminded herself of her goal.

Shawn was pleased by her submissiveness. Nonchalantly, he asked, "Something serious must have happened for you to endure this, Ms. Pearson. If you won't tell me, how can I help?"

As he stopped approaching, Aubree loosened her grip. "I suspect Lucian called the police because of that b*tch. Please help me leave the country!"

She bit her lip, feigning weakness. "I'm sorry for my attitude. I'll do anything to escape safely!"

"That b*tch?" Shawn repeated her reference to Roxanne, amused.

Aubree's eyes widened. She considered the possibility of his collusion with Roxanne, fearing she'd provoked him. Her heart plummeted.