Dr. Rodriguez was an excellent surgeon in Stella's hospital.
She was beautiful, kind, gentle and demure.
However, Andrew was only focused on eating. He didn't even look at Dr. Rodriguez. He was really very clueless.
Dr. Rodriguez was very understanding. "It's okay, I'm usually busy with work too."
Stella nodded with a smile, and she suddenly didn't know what to say to ease the atmosphere that Andrew had messed up.
Dr. Rodriguez glanced at Stella. She was very intuitive, so she picked up the knife and fork and picked up a piece of steak. She put it in her mouth and ate it.
"Your cousin was here just now, so I didn't dare to eat. Fortunately, he left. Otherwise, I would have starved to death..."
Dr. Rodriguez's bold and casual way of eating made Stella relax.
While the two were eating and chatting, Erin walked into the restaurant with a woman.
The moment he saw Stella, he subconsciously wanted to let go of the woman, but Stella already saw him.
Stella didn't respond at all. She looked away as if she didn't see him, and continued chatting with Dr. Rodriguez.
Seeing that Stella was neither angry nor did she question him, Erin's handsome face suddenly sank.
He took the woman's hand and deliberately chose to sit next to Stella and Dr. Rodriguez.
Then, propping his chin on one hand, he looked sideways at Stella, "Ms. Cobb, what a coincidence..."
Stella thought that he would treat her as a stranger as usual, and she didn't expect him to greet her.
She put down the knife and fork in her hand, forced a perfunctory smile, and smiled sideways. "Mr. Simpson, why are you in Arcadia?"
Erin raised his eyebrows casually. "I missed my woman. It's been a long time since I last touched her, so I came over..."
Stella knew who he was talking about. She lowered her head, and put on a shy look, but she did not reply to his words.
Her appearance made Erin's anger dissipate, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart.
"Ms. Cobb, I have an academic question that I need to ask you for advice. Do you have time tonight?"
Stella glanced at the woman sitting across from Erin, and noticed that she was staring at her angrily. Stella looked up with her beautiful eyes, and with a cold smile on her face, she replied, "I do."
Erin turned around and looked at the woman opposite him, "Betty, I'm sorry, but academics are important, so I won't have dinner with you tonight."
Seeing that Erin was obviously interested in Stella, Betty was so angry that she gritted her teeth.
However, she was a lady from a noble family, and she was not allowed to lose her temper in public, so she held back her anger.
Seeing her pick up her bag and coat and leave, Erin looked at Dr. Rodriguez.
As a well-known doctor in the medical field, Dr. Rodriguez recognized him. She knew that he often came to the hospital to find the director.
It was self-evident what the relationship between him and Stella was, so Dr. Rodriguez was very sensible and found an excuse to leave.
After driving everyone away, Erin raised his finger and gestured at Stella to go over to him.
Stella got up reluctantly and sat beside him.
Erin grabbed her waist, buried his head in her hair and sniffed. the familiar scent of her body. He whispered in her ear, "Did you miss me?"
There was no emotion in Stella's eyes, but there was a smile on her face. With a shy smile, she answered, "Yes..."
She felt numb as Erin bit her earlobe and said to her, "Let's go to another place to eat, huh?"
Before Stella could nod, Erin clasped his hand around her waist and pulled her. He then picked her up and walked outside quickly.
It must have been a long time since he saw her. Erin carried her into the luxury car and couldn't wait to do it with her.
Stella pushed him and reminded him, "Not here. There are too many people."
Only then did Erin suppress his surging desire.
He quickly drove to the suburbs.
After pulling over, he went around to the back seat, hugged Stella, and kissed her lips frantically.
The moment Erin touched Stella, his longing, which he had nowhere to express in the past few days, was unleashed.
Stella nestled in his arms, looked at him who was overcome by lust, and asked tentatively, "When... are you going to marry me?"
Erin paused. The fascination and desire in his eyes dissipated, and he replied in a cold voice, "The Simpson family will not agree to it."
Stella raised her hands, hooked them around his neck, and looked at him coquettishly. "What about you?"
Erin froze for a moment. There was a touch of affection in his eyes, but he refused to admit it. Instead, he stated, "I don't want to get married."
Hearing that, Stella was disappointed, and she retracted her hands. "I'm not young anymore, I have to get married..."
When Erin heard that she wanted to get married, his heart suddenly felt inexplicably empty and painful; there was also unexplainable anger.
He was a little angry. He grabbed her chin, and warned, "You're not allowed to get married!"
Seeing that he was angry, Stella curled the corner of her mouth calmly. "You don't want to marry me, and you don't allow me to get married. Do you want me to follow you like this for the rest of my life?"
Erin pinched her cheek and smiled dotingly. "Isn't it nice like this? We both can get what we want. Why bother getting married?"
Stella shook her head at him, "I want to get married and have my own family. If you can't give it to me, then we can just end things."
Erin's expression darkened and he stared at her coldly. "Do you know what you are talking about?"
Stella brushed his hand away from her face, sat up straight, and said indifferently, "Erin, a doctor has been pursuing me recently and he's quite a great guy. I've decided to be with him. As for us, this will be the last time. From now on, don't come to me anymore..."
Erin's heart felt like it had been stuffed with something, and the dense pain. A fierce look appeared in his dark and deep eyes.
He grabbed Stella by the neck, pressed her against the car window, and said through gritted teeth, "You don't even have a uterus. Who would marry you? Only I would want you. You are so lucky, yet you still want to dump me. You even want to accept others. Who gave you the courage!"
Hearing that, Stella trembled a little. She was filled with anger and it almost made her take off her mask.
She clenched her fists and warned herself over and over again not to lose her temper. Then, she raised her eyes and looked straight at Erin.
From his angry eyes, she saw that there was also a hint of concern.
Over the past few years, he had developed feelings for her little by little...
Thus, she told herself to be patient as she would be getting what she wanted very soon.
Erin would receive the retribution he deserved!
Once he had the information, Andrew sent it to James...
The man was sitting in front of the French window, holding a wine glass in his hand.
While sipping on the red wine, he swiped through the phone screen with his slender fingers.
After looking through it briefly, he exited the page, clicked on the address book, and made a call.
"Zack, the target is Lawrence Collins. Get the plane ready. We're going to Imperial Capital."
Zack quickly replied 'yes' after receiving the instructions.
James hung up the phone and drank up the wine in his glass. Then, he got up and walked into the cloakroom.
He changed into casual attire, sprayed on a scent-masking liquid, and brushed his hair with his fingers to mess it up.
Then, he went to the study, opened a drawer, took out the plant sap, and used a paintbrush to paint a green dragon. tattoo stroke by stroke on his slender neck.
Once he was done, he took out the gold and copper mask and walked down the spiral stairs step by step...
When Frank saw him, he reminded him as usual, "Mr. James, be careful..."
James nodded before walking out of the villa quickly with a cold expression on his face...
In Imperial Capital, it was drizzling, and a group of masked people surrounded a luxury limousine.
The man in the limousine was around fifty years old, and he had a beautiful and charming woman who was around the age of twenty in his arms.
Both of them had no clothes on. They were naked as they huddled in the back seat, trembling as they watched the group of people suddenly appear in front of them.
What made the man even more desperate was that his wife, at the friendly invitation of the man in black, was watching everything through a live broadcast...
"Lawrence! You are shameless!"
The woman roared, and she looked as if she wanted to rush forward and kill the couple.
Zack raised his chin towards the masked man next to him, and the young woman was quickly covered and dragged out.
The man in the car, Lawrence, looked at Zack gratefully. However, just then, Zack opened the door and dragged him out of the car.
Lawrence rolled and fell to the ground. Before he could get up, Zack stepped on his back...
Lawrence felt a pain in his chest, and there seemed to be a heavy weight on his body. It was so heavy that he couldn't breathe properly....
He raised his chin, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the group of people in panic, "Who the hell are you?!"
Zack bent over slightly and patted his face. "The people your wife invited."
After he finished speaking, he took off his suit jacket, threw it into the car, and let the woman use it to cover herself before looking at the man in the distance.
"Sir, she's covered. You can come over..."
The masked men surrounding Lawrence quickly made way for the man.
Lawrence thought that the person who stepped on him was the leader of that group, but he didn't expect that there was someone else.
The man wore a gold and copper mask, and he held a golden knife as he walked toward Lawrence.
That man was nearly 1.9 meters tall, and while he looked very oppressive, he also exuded a powerful aura of being in a high position for a long time.
Despite this, judging by his attire, he seemed to only be in his twenties. He was so young, so Lawrence thought that the man was probably just a street gangster at best...
Lawrence suddenly gained confidence and shouted at him, "Hey, boy, what do you think you're doing?!"
How dare they kidnap the top leader of the Collins family in the Imperial Capital? Were they courting death?
James stood in front of Lawrence in a condescending manner, looking at him as if he was looking at the garbage that was about to be discarded.
He raised his slender fingers. After receiving the contract from Zack, he spoke coldly, "This is a contract that you need to sign, Mr. Collins."
Lawrence was stunned for a moment when he heard the deliberately disguised voice.
He thought they were there to kidnap him and extort money, but he didn't expect them to ask him to sign a contract.
Heh, they wanted something from him, yet they acted so arrogantly. Did they think he was easy to bully?
Lawrence turned his face and scolded angrily, "You bastards treat me like this and want me to sign a contract. There's no way!"
Zack raised his hand and slapped Lawrence hard on the face.
"Watch what you say!"
Lawrence was slapped until he saw stars in his eyes, and he immediately behaved himself, "Why don't we just sign a contract? As for bullying people like this, boohoo..."
Zack saw the old man crying, and he felt very irritated, so he slapped him again. "If you cry again, I'll gouge out your eyes!"
James squatted down slightly and put the contract in his hand in front of Lawrence.
"Sign it."
His voice was icy, with the kind of bone-chilling coldness that could pierce one's heart and lungs.
Lawrence shuddered subconsciously, fear spreading from the bottom of his heart.
He gulped, looked at the contract, and when he saw the word "purchase" on it, he immediately thought of the Evans Group.
With an expression full of surprise, he looked at the man in the gold and copper mask and asked, "Did the Evans Group send you?"
Recently, the Evans Group has been wanting to acquire the Collins Group, but Lawrence disagreed. Were they now using such low-handed means to force him? Wasn't there any law?
"Go back and tell that man that I will never sign the contract. Tell him to give up on this idea as soon as possible!"
When he saw the amount offered by the Evans Group before, he had been tempted, but now, dream on!
James touched the knife in his hand, and looked at Lawrence coldly with an indifferent gaze, "Mr. Collins, it's time to make an announcement about the fact that you sent people to shoot and kill Jackson three years ago..."
When Lawrence heard that, his face turned pale, and he stared at the masked man in disbelief. "You... How did you..."
He wanted to say "how did you know", but he felt that if he said that, it would be equivalent to admitting it, so he immediately stopped talking.
The corners of James' mouth twitched and he said, "I also know that the person who kidnapped and killed Jackson's family thirty years ago was actually you..."
Lawrence's body froze and his heart sank. A chill spread from the depths of his heart, making him tremble with fear.
It was indeed him who conspired and sent someone to murder his eldest brother's family for the sake of inheritance, but his sibling took the blame.
He thought that the matter was done seamlessly, but he didn't expect that the brat in front of him would know about it?!
Who the hell was he?!