“Mr. Scott?” Ayla was frozen in place. Fear washed over her as her skin lost all color.
Eric let out a mocking laugh, a sly smile twisting on his lips. “Let’s say Hadley did confess everything. What difference would it make?” His voice grew sharper, eyes narrowing, cold as steel.
“You dared to spread rumors, stir up trouble, and put a wedge between me and my wife. Did you really think I would let you go after I find out? Things are only going to get harder for you from here on out.”
He thought to himself that none of this distance with Hadley would exist if not for Ayla’s interference.
His words left Ayla stunned, all the blood drained from her cheeks.
Her lips shook as she whispered, “No, Mr. Scott…”
Right then, she realized just how cold he truly was.
In her panic, Ayla dragged herself toward Hadley, reaching out for help. “Hadley! I’m begging you… Please help me…” Her voice cracked. “I shouldn’t have lied! Haven’t I suffered enough?”
Ayla looked as though she might break down at any second.
She broke down, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I can’t stand being pushed onto men twice my age! I’m still young… I just want a chance at a real life! I still want to make a name for myself! Hadley, I’m begging you.”
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Before Ayla could crawl any closer, Eric stepped between them, stopping her in her tracks.
He wrapped an arm around Hadley, pulling her close, and shot Ayla a glare filled with nothing but contempt. His words came out firm and unyielding. “Tamara!” Read full story at FindN()vel.net
“Yes, Mr. Scott!”
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“Why are you just watching? Is this how you’re supposed to look after Hadley?”
“Got it, Mr. Scott!” Tamara nodded once and signaled the guards. They wasted no time stepping in and dragging Ayla away.
“Mr. Scott.” Tamara returned, glancing at Eric. “What should we do with her?”
His jaw clenched, and anger flickered in his eyes as he looked at Ayla.
“Take her straight to the police.”
“Understood, Mr. Scott!”
“And get Cristian on the phone. Tell him I want this woman locked away for good!”
“Yes, Mr. Scott!”
The bodyguards didn’t hesitate. They grabbed Ayla and hauled her off the ground.
“Hadley Pearson!” Ayla’s skin was ghostly pale, her clothes streaked with blood. She fixed Hadley with a wild, desperate glare. “You’ve destroyed me! Just wait—one day, I’ll make you pay!”
“Hadley?”
Eric glanced down at the woman he was holding, seeing how pale she looked. He figured she must be scared.
He reached up, brushing her cheek softly. “Are you frightened? Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
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