GoodReadUntil the very second the West Legal Services’ seal was pressed onto the document, Dorothy's heart was in her throat.
But the process went incredibly smoothly, and the other party didn't hesitate for even a moment before signing.
"Do you... not want to consider it a bit more?" "There's no need for that." The manager looked at Dorothy, a smile playing on his lips, "Ms. Sanchez, do you doubt our capabilities here at West Legal Services?" Dorothy quickly waved her hands and said, "No, it's just that I'm a bit surprised.” "We lawyers shouldn't be too picky about the cases we take on, or else we betray the very reason we took up the mantle! Rest assured, Ms. Sanchez, we'll give it our all.” "Then I'm counting on you, Lawyer Ephraim." "My pleasure!" Ephraim stood up personally to see Dorothy out, watching her leave the law firm before returning to his office.
No sooner had he sat down than he dialed a number, his voice now obsequious and fawning, a stark contrast to his composed demeanor with Dorothy.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Mr. Lopez, everything's been done as you instructed.” "Good." Karen had no idea where Jeffrey had taken her, but it must still be in Eldorria City given the temperature felt the same.
He owned so many properties, so she couldn't tell which one it was.
Waking from her slumber, her instinct was to reach for her phone.
It wasn't there.
Panicking, she propped herself up, vaguely aware of footsteps outside the room.
Barefoot, Karen walked out to find Jeffrey standing in the villa's dining area, an austere look on his face, instructing someone who looked like a housekeeper, who nodded occasionally in understanding.
Jeffrey, catching Karen in the comer of his eye, strode towards her.
"Why aren't you wearing shoes?" His brows furrowed, he bent down and scooped her up without another word.
Karen glared at him defiantly and asked, "Jeffrey, where's my phone? And where are we?" "In our new home." Jeffrey declared as he carried her back to the bedroom, gently placing her on the bed, "Just wait here, I'll have the nutritionist bring up breakfast. Be good." "I don't want breakfast! Give me my phone!" "Not just yet. You need to eat something first." His face remained calm in the face of her resistance, tenderly stroking her hair.
"You're pregnant, remember? No getting upset." Karen was convinced Jeffrey had lost his mind. He was being irrational! "Are you trying to imprison me?" "What are you talking about? Why would | imprison you?" Jeffrey said with a helpless yet indulgent smile, "I just think you're not in the right state of mind right now. If | give you your phone, you'll want to call your parents or your brother to come get you, right?" At that moment, Jeffrey seemed terrifying even with his lips curled in a constant smile.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I don't want to be here. | want to go home!" "This is your home." Jeffrey lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Here, with me, with our child, this is home!" "You're sick. | don't want to talk to you." Karen pushed him away, intending to flee barefoot.
But Jeffrey's arms were long, and with a casual grab, he pulled her back onto the bed.
"Karen, | don't want to fight with you." "Let me go! Jeffrey, you're illegally detaining me!" But Jeffrey's laughter only grew stronger.
"Yesterday you accused me of coercion, today it's illegal detention, doesn't matter, | don't care.” Karen was left speechless in anger.
"Eat your meal nicely, and | promise I'll take you out for a drive, okay?" Karen sensed something off in his words, so she pressed.
"Where will you take me?" "How about the City Hall?" Jeffrey suggested, a hint of mischief in his voice. "What do you say?"
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