Chapter 612
Before Andrew realized it, Francesca had torn off every piece of clothing, including her underwear. The rough force she used left faint red marks on her smooth, fair skin.
Yet, Francesca seemed oblivious to the pain, writhing in his arms as sweat glistened on her flushed body.
Andrew knew they were out of time. If she did not find relief soon, the consequences would be dire. Taking a deep breath, he muttered apologetically, “Sorry, Fran!”
Then, he scooped her up and hurried toward her bedroom.
Francesca’s warm breath tickled his ear as her eyes shimmered with desire. “Andrew, I don’t blame you… I want this. I want… to give myself to you,” she whispered between ragged breaths, her voice filled with anticipation.
Meanwhile, Simon’s escape led him to a gated mansion on the outskirts of Jayrodale’s wealthy district. He staggered toward the entrance, only to be blocked by a scowling security guard.
“Get lost, freak! Who the hell do you think you are?” the guard barked, eyeing Simon suspiciously.
Ignoring him, Simon stumbled past and yelled hoarsely, “Mr. Eslinger! Mr. Eslinger, help me!”
The guard cursed and summoned reinforcements. “This is a high-class neighborhood. We can’t have some bloody lunatic running around scaring off the rich folks.”
Several guards rushed forward, ready to subdue Simon.
Just then, the mansion’s iron gate creaked open, revealing a gaunt, stern-faced old man in a black robe. His cold gaze swept over Simon before he frowned.
He blurted out, “Simon? What the hell happened to you?”
The guards hesitated and then approached cautiously. One forced an awkward smile. “Uh, Mr. Eslinger, do you know this… this naked man?”
Bane scowled, clearly annoyed. “Mind your own damn business and get out of here!”
The guards exchanged confused looks but quickly backed off. They shook their heads in disbelief as they dispersed, mumbling about how weird things kept happening in the area.
Just recently, there was a rumor about a female CEO who was in her 30s, gorgeous, and filthy rich. Apparently, she got stuck in some ‘inappropriate situation‘ with her pet golden retriever.
Eventually, firefighters were called, but they still could not separate them. The CEO was so embarrassed that she called the cops. Without any luck, she tried to jump out of her second-floor window to avoid further humiliation.
Surprisingly, the jump was a blessing in disguise as both the woman and her beloved retriever were separated and ended up fine.
Inside the mansion, Bane handed Simon a fresh set of clothes. He snapped, “Explain yourself. I told you not to come to me publicly!”
Simon, still shaken, caught his breath and muttered, “Mr. Eslinger, I didn’t want to come here, but Mr. Aicker kicked me out of the Aicker family. I’ve got nowhere else to go.”
Bane narrowed his eyes. “And what about those injuries? How did you end up like this?”
Simon’s face twisted with rage. “It was Andrew… that bastard Andrew! He ambushed the Aicker residence and ruined my entire plan. If it weren’t for him, the whole family would be under my control by now. Francesca would already be mine.”
Bane’s expression darkened, and he lashed out in frustration. “You fool! How many times did I warn you not to act alone? Taking over the Aickers isn’t something you can handle without me!”
He continued, “You’ve jeopardized everything by rushing in. Now how am I supposed to wrest control from Cedric with you screwing things up?”