Chapter 149: A Nightmare Unfolds for Peyton and Josh

The driver navigated the road steadily while Mike sat in the front seat, relaying every detail of his report. In the back, Fraser held a document in his slender, well-defined fingers; his expression was unreadable, his dark eyes flickering with an unknown emotion. The car soon pulled up in front of a two-story villa.

The driver parked, stepped out, and respectfully opened the back door. Fraser emerged, his long legs moving with effortless grace. He was dressed sharply—dark pinstriped trousers paired with a light gray dress shirt. His cuffs were neatly fastened, and his tie was meticulously knotted, giving him an air of composed authority. He looked like someone who had just come from an important business meeting.

Mike smoothed down his white dress shirt, then pulled out a key he had prepared in advance and unlocked the villa’s door. Almost immediately, the sounds of a woman’s soft moans and a man’s husky cries drifted through the house in broken intervals. “Ah…ah…Peyton, you’re mine! No one else can have you!”

The bedroom on the first floor… On the bed, Peyton’s flushed face and breathless gasps revealed just how much she was enjoying the moment. Fraser’s brow furrowed slightly, his eyes turning cold as he shot a glance at Mike. Mike was speechless. Of all the things he expected, walking in on this—in the middle of the day—was not one of them. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. “Mr. Graham, I’ll go pull them out right now.”

Fraser lowered himself into a single-seater sofa, crossing one leg over the other. His black dress pants traced the sharp lines of his long legs, emphasizing his striking physique. Even at rest, his presence was undeniably commanding. Peyton was lost in the throes of pleasure, riding the high of her final moments.

Then—bang! The bedroom door burst open with a deafening crash! Josh, who was on top of Peyton, jerked his head up in shock. His blood ran cold. Panic overtook him as he tumbled off the bed, scrambling underneath it, his face drained of color. “Who the heck are you! How did you get in here?” he shouted.

Peyton was still caught in the afterglow, but the sudden loud noise shattered her world. She nearly jumped out of her skin, her entire body trembling. Without thinking, she shot up, grabbing the nearest blanket and wrapping it tightly around herself. Mike’s face twisted in disgust as he looked at the disheveled, barely clothed pair. If Mr. Graham saw this, it would be an eyesore. Would he get rid of me first for letting this happen, or deal with these two disgraceful idiots?

The once heated and intimate atmosphere inside the room was instantly replaced with an overwhelming sense of dread. Peyton and Josh both turned ghostly pale, every last trace of color gone from their faces. They scrambled to throw on their clothes as fast as possible, too afraid to test whether that intimidating man would actually follow through on his threat.

Josh shot Peyton a wary glance. “Do you know him? Who is he? Why the heck is he coming after us?” Peyton was trembling uncontrollably, shaking her head again and again. She had no clue. Aside from that recent kidnapping incident, she hadn’t crossed anyone. Could it be Summer coming for revenge?

The two shot each other uneasy looks, silently reaching an agreement—run first, figure everything out later. But before they could even move, the door was kicked open again. This time, the sheer force of the man’s kick sent it flying off its hinges. Mike stepped forward without hesitation, gripping each of them by the collar and dragging them straight into the living room.

Josh, being a doctor and not particularly strong, was completely overpowered by the vice-like grip holding him down. He thrashed, but it was useless. “Let me go! You’re trespassing in broad daylight—this is illegal! I swear I’ll call the cops! Peyton, don’t worry, I’ve got you.” Peyton was in no shape to fight back either. She instinctively clutched her stomach, her voice sharp with anger. “Do you even know who I am! I’m Mr. Trevor’s woman—the one he cherishes the most! If you lay a hand on me…he…he’ll make you pay!”

The man let out a low, menacing chuckle. His voice was eerily cold, dripping with cruel amusement. “If he finds out his precious woman has been sleeping around, what do you think he’ll do?” Mike didn’t bother with pleasantries. He grabbed Peyton and Josh and threw them straight into the middle of the living room.

Peyton fell to her knees. Her eyes followed the length of sharply tailored black dress pants, moving up to see an undeniably handsome and striking face. Mr. Graham…from the Graham family! Just like that, all of Peyton’s arrogance disappeared. Her heart pounded, and her lips trembled as she spoke. “Mr. Graham? W—what…what are you doing here?”

Fraser leaned back lazily on the sofa, absentmindedly spinning a lighter between his fingers. His voice was smooth but laced with indifference. “Ms. Smith, my presence here depends entirely on what you’ve done.” Peyton’s complexion turned ashen, but she tried to maintain her composure. “I…I don’t know what you mean.”

Fraser lifted his wrist, glancing at his watch before speaking in a tone that left no room for negotiation. “You have 15 seconds to tell the truth. Don’t waste my time.”