Chapter 322

Maisie choked back sobs.

‘If there’s no turning back, then I’ll just have to eliminate them all,’ she thought.

“Let’s wait and see. Maybe she’s satisfied for now and doesn’t have any more ambitions,” Daniel said, helping Maisie to her feet. “Just remember, if you see the fake dad, don’t acknowledge him.”

“Okay.” Maisie lowered her eyes, feeling miserable. Today, she finally gave up on her mom for good.

“How’s Amy?” she asked.

“I’m not sure. As long as the Mystic Sect remains intact, she’s in danger,” Daniel replied.

Monica had tried to use a love spell on Landon, but ended up being countered. Once she regained her senses, she would surely hate Landon with a passion.

Since she couldn’t bring herself to kill Landon, she might just go after Amelia instead. She might even turn her gun on the entire Kingsley family.

“Daniel, this is for you,” Maisie said, pulling a SIM card out of her bag.

“What’s this?” Daniel asked.

“I’m sorry, Daniel. I’ve always kept a way to contact Mom,” Maisie admitted.

Daniel smiled and patted her head. “I know.”

Maisie barely showed any reaction. She had actually already guessed as much.

‘Daniel is so sharp–how could he not notice my little tricks?’ she thought.

‘Mom, in the end, you still failed to live up to Daniel’s kindness,’ she thought.

Daniel recalled Joanna’s odd reaction when they met at the Dreicéan airport, but he had chosen to keep it to himself.

“Hold on to this card. If she ever reaches out to you, just let me know,” Daniel said gently.

“Okay.” Maisie tossed the other two antidotes down the drain and flushed them away.

Back at the office, Maisie took a long time to pull herself together. Then, she popped the SIM card into an old-school phone and dialed the only number in the contacts.

“Sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off.”

Maisie slammed the phone down in frustration, then covered her face and cried in silence.

Meanwhile, at the Montgomery family estate in Dreicean, Paul had secretly let Landon out to “see the world” in hopes of securing his own position, but this completely crossed the line with Monroe.

Ignoring Monica’s pleas, Monroe gave Paul a brutal beating.

Paul’s body, already run down from his excessive lifestyle, was now in even worse shape; this was just adding insult to injury.

Monica burst into tears, her heart aching. “Honey, are you okay? Does it hurt a lot?”

Paul had seen Monroe’s fury too many times to dare complain. He forced a shaky smile. “I’m fine, really… I’m fine."

“Daddy, you went way too far,” Monica sobbed, while telling someone to take Paul to get his injuries treated.

Monroe said coldly, “As long as you understand.”

“Daddy!” Monica choked out, her voice trembling.

“If you behave yourself, I might let him live. But if you keep this up, I’ll kill him myself!”

Monica’s eyes went wide with fear. “Daddy, if you lay another finger on him, I’ll kill myself!”

Monroe just stared at her, lost for words.

‘Alright, so now she’s pulling the whole crying, making a scene, and threatening to off herself act, huh?’ Monroe thought to himself.

‘Just wait till the love spell is broken–she’ll regret everything,’ he added inwardly.

“Landon!” Monroe barked.

“Yes, sir,” Landon replied.

“Go comfort her,” Monroe ordered.

“Yes, sir,” Landon said.

Landon walked over, his expression numb, and coaxed Monica, “Don’t cry. Look, your makeup’s all messed up…”

His voice and expression were gentle, but it just didn’t feel right.

Monroe frowned, thinking, ‘There’s no emotion at all–he’s like a robot!’

‘Why is this love spell barely working on Landon?’ he wondered.

Then he looked at Monica–she was totally blinded by love.

“Landon, that’s not going to work. If you really want to comfort her, do it in bed,” Monroe said, his words full of implication.

“Alright,” Landon replied.

Landon didn’t show the slightest bit of resistance or hesitation.

But Monica freaked out, yelling, “No! My body and soul belong to my husband–no one else is allowed to touch me!”

“Then I’ll just give Paul another beating,” Monroe threatened.

Monica pouted, her lips trembling in grievance. “Daddy…”

“I’ll spare Paul, but only if you get pregnant with Landon’s child,” Monroe said, making it clear there was no room for refusal.

All Monica could do was cry and cry. All that talk about dying was just empty threats–she’d never really go through with it.

Landon obediently took her hand. “Let’s go back to the room.”

“You… whatever,” Monica muttered.

Monica followed Landon back to the room, her face full of disgust.

Watching Monica’s stubborn, resistant back, Monroe let out a weary sigh, rubbing his temples in frustration.

‘You silly girl, Daddy’s only doing this for your own good,’ he thought to himself.

‘I just hope Marvel can figure out how to break this love spell soon,’ he added inwardly.

Bang!

As soon as the door slammed shut, Monica immediately lashed out at Landon before he could even react. “I’m warning you, don’t you dare touch me!”

Landon reminded her in a low voice, “Mr. Montgomery is right downstairs.”

It was obvious that Monroe was getting suspicious. Landon knew he had to do something today to throw him off the scent.

“I’m not going to sleep with you, and you better not touch me!” Monica choked out, her tear-streaked face set with determination.

‘Hmph, I’m the proud princess of the Montgomery family. Sure, I might be scared of Daddy, but no one else gets to boss me around!’ she thought to herself.

“Then you can fake the sounds yourself,” Landon said, dropping onto the couch and putting his hands behind his head, looking completely relaxed.

Monica’s mouth formed a perfect O of disbelief.

“What? Can’t do it? Need me to give you a hand?” Landon teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“No! Stay away from me!” Monica blurted out, her face turning bright red as she nervously fidgeted with her hands.

Monica’s face turned beet red, and she twisted her hands awkwardly, looking completely flustered.

Landon, getting impatient, leaned forward and sat up.

“Don’t move!” Monica yelped, her voice tight with anxiety.

Landon curled his lips into a mocking smirk.

“You–turn around, close your eyes, and cover your ears,” Monica ordered.

Landon cheerfully did as he was told, a hint of amusement flickering across his face.

Monica hesitated for a moment, then started bouncing on the bed, forcing out all kinds of embarrassing, awkward sounds.

Downstairs, Monroe caught every sound loud and clear. At last, he let out a satisfied smile, finally putting his suspicions to rest.

‘This love spell is seriously no joke–even a stubborn guy like Landon can’t fight it off,’ he thought to himself.

‘Turns out, the reason he was so cold the other day was just because Monica turned him down,’ he added inwardly.

As if struck by an idea, Monroe pulled out his phone, hit the record button, and recorded a short audio clip.

He planned to play it for Paul later, and if the need ever arose, he’d even keep it handy to play for Amelia.

For several days straight, Monroe barely left the house, always hanging around to keep tabs on everything.

He used the excuse of threatening to torture Paul as a way to constantly keep a watchful eye on Monica and Landon, supervising their “relationship progress” every step of the way.

Landon was stuck inside, feeling more and more anxious by the minute. But no matter how much he fretted, there was nothing he could do about it.

He was the only mole who had managed to sneak into the Mystic Sect, and all he could do now was wait for the Flying Tiger Sect to make their move from the outside.

Meanwhile, Paul was laid up in bed, covered in bruises, seething with resentment inside.

‘How could Mr. Montgomery force Monica and Landon to get in bed together with me right there watching?’ he fumed inwardly.

Yeah, he was just a butler, but he was still a human being! He wasn’t some beast of burden, or some slave with no rights back in the dark ages.

‘Was it my fault I wasn’t born a CEO like Landon? Didn’t I want my own business empire too?’ he grumbled to himself.

Some people are just born lucky, like Landon–he’s got a massive company waiting for him to inherit.

‘How could I ever compete with that?’ Paul thought bitterly.

‘I came from nothing, and it took everything I had just to get this far,’ he told himself.

‘At least in my old classmates‘ group chat, I’m already the most successful one,’ he consoled himself.

‘If only someone handed me a company, I could totally be a big shot like Landon too…’ Paul thought bitterly.

The urge to turn the tables and become the boss was starting to take root in Paul’s heart, growing stronger day by day.