Chapter 8: Eloise's Despair

Words : 1975 Updated : May 7th, 2025

"Five hundred million? Why not just rob a bank?" Monica fumed, "We've already checked, and this building only costs fifty million at most." Remy remained unfazed as he took the teapot from his secretary and poured tea for the three of them himself. "Hehe, kid, don't be angry. As the saying goes, 'Raise the price on the spot, and you'll have to pay up.' Prices can be negotiated slowly." He picked up the steaming cup of tea in front of him and said with a smile, "Ms. Hemingbrough, why don't you have some tea first?" Eloise was unmoved. Remy narrowed his eyes. "Since Ms. Hemingbrough won't even give me this courtesy, I'll have to ask you to leave." Monica's voice turned icy. "Remy, don't push your luck. Do you really think we wouldn't dare to make a move on you?" Remy's face darkened, and he snorted coldly. "Kid, I've been in the underworld for decades, often dancing on the edge of life and death. I'm not easily intimidated." "You either talk business properly or get lost." A cold glint flashed in Monica's eyes as she longed to teach him a lesson. But remembering it was his turf, she restrained herself. Eloise calmly said, "Mr. Lynch, let's skip the small talk. What's your price?" Remy leaned back on the sofa, not even bothering to reply. Eloise frowned, a flicker of anger in her eyes. But instead of lashing out, she picked up her cup and took a sip before saying coldly, "Can we talk now?" "Haha, that's more like it." Remy laughed heartily. "Ms. Hemingbrough, it's not that I'm making it hard for you. This building did take considerable effort on my part." Eloise interrupted coldly, "Mr. Lynch, let's not beat around the bush. I don't know how you found out that the Hemingbrough family plans to develop Southia and rushed to build this skyscraper ahead of time." "But I advise you to quit while you're ahead. Being too greedy will only lead to your doom." Terry was surprised; wasn't the prominent family working with the Jackman family the Hemingbroughs? He hadn't expected to run into them here. Remy chuckled. "I'm well aware of the Hemingbrough family's power. How about this? If you agree to one condition, we'll vacate immediately." Eloise uttered a single word, "Speak." Remy leered at her curvaceous figure. "It's simple. Just spend one night here with me." Monica burst out in anger. "You bastard, you're asking for it!" With that, she attacked, disregarding the risks. Eloise's face was as cold as frost, clearly enraged. Remy remained unperturbed, rising to engage Monica in a fight. They exchanged blows, each strike making the air crackle with power. It was clear both were martial artists. Terry realized that both were at the Body Refinement Level. Monica was at Level Eight, near its peak, while Remy was at the early stage of Level Eight. As time passed, the slightly stronger Monica began to gain the upper hand. But Remy was still unfazed. He dodged a flying kick from Monica and quickly pressed a red button on his desk. An ear-piercing alarm rang through the building. Monica's expression changed, and she charged at Remy again. But their strength was too evenly matched for a quick finish. Soon, a group of men in black stormed in. Some surrounded Eloise and Terry, while others went to assist Remy. With backup, Remy quickly turned the tables. In less than a minute, Monica was kicked to the ground, blood at her lips, clearly injured. A group of men quickly subdued her. Remy dropped back onto the sofa, smiling. "Ms. Hemingbrough, have you reconsidered?" Even now, Eloise's expression remained calm. "Mr. Lynch, you better think this through. If you harm me, you'll face the Hemingbrough family's wrath." Remy sneered, "Ms. Hemingbrough, overconfidence is not a virtue." "Have you not considered why I dare to act against you?" Eloise's eyes narrowed, connecting dots in her mind, her face turning grim. "If I'm not mistaken, there's a traitor in the Hemingbrough family. Who's backing you?" Remy laughed. "As expected of Miss Hemingbrough. You're smart. But you don't need to know who it is. It's best if you cooperate." Eloise's face was icy. "What if I refuse?" As she spoke, a powerful aura radiated from her. Remy looked surprised. "Body Refinement Level Nine! How is that possible?" Eloise's voice was proud. "Nothing's impossible. Did you think I came here alone for no reason?" Remy quickly suppressed his shock, musing, "As expected of the Hemingbrough family's most outstanding heiress." After a slight pause, his face twisted into a sinister grin. "Even if you're at Level Nine, today you'll still fall." Eloise snorted, just about to make a move, when suddenly her expression changed. A wave of heat surged through her body, spreading rapidly. Her fair cheeks flushed visibly. An uncontrollable primal desire welled up from deep within. Eloise instantly thought of the tea earlier, her voice icy. "Despicable scoundrel, you drugged me?" Remy cackled. "Ms. Hemingbrough, when out and about, how could you drink just anything?" Eloise's face turned ashen. She had relied on her status and Level Nine strength, dismissing him as a threat. She hadn't expected to fall for such a trick. She tried to focus, channeling her true energy to expel the drug from her system. But after several attempts, it was futile. "Ms. Hemingbrough, don't waste your energy. What I gave you isn't a drug but an aphrodisiac." Remy laughed, his eyes mocking. Eloise felt a twinge of panic, but outwardly she remained composed, coldly saying, "Trash, if you dare touch me, the Hemingbrough family will wipe out the White Wolf Society." Remy showed no fear. "Ms. Hemingbrough, you've misunderstood. I wouldn't dare touch you." Before Eloise could relax, Remy's face twisted into a sly grin. "I wouldn't dare, but someone else would." As he finished speaking, the door opened, and two figures stepped out. It was a tall, arrogant young man and a thin, elderly figure with graying hair. Remy approached obsequiously. "Mr. Princeton, everything went smoothly. Are you satisfied?" The young man nodded slightly, his gaze roaming over Eloise, filled with greed and lechery. Eloise's pupils contracted. "It's you?!" Princeton Skadson smiled. "Eloise, surprised?" Eloise's voice was icy. "Princeton, if you dare touch me, I'll kill you." Princeton laughed. "Eloise, do you think I'm afraid?" "Once the deed is done, I'll propose to your family, and you'll have no choice but to marry me." Eloise's voice was frigid. "Don't count on it. My father will never agree." Princeton cackled. "He might not, but someone will. You know the Hemingbrough family wants you married off." Eloise knew this all too well, and her heart sank. "Eloise, you know how I feel. Just accept me, and I promise to treat you well." Princeton's voice softened as he approached Eloise. "Get lost." Eloise suddenly struck, her fist aiming for his face. The elderly man moved like lightning, blocking her punch. Eloise staggered back, her face a mask of despair. The old man was also a Body Refinement Level Nine expert. Princeton's face turned dark. "Peter, tie this woman up. Once she's on the bed, let's see how she resists." The elderly man advanced on Eloise, whose face was filled with despair.

Chapter 8: Eloise's Despair

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