Chapter 4 Truth
Shawn
My face suddenly darkened, and a chill seemed to emanate from my brows.
Okay, compare me with…a dog! Sarah, you pay for this.
"Mr. Romano, I'm very sorry, it's my fault for raising her poorly." Mr White thought it was because Sarah had left rudely. "Next time, I'll definitely discipline her properly!"
Liney also chimed in: "It's my fault. Even though Sarah isn't my daughter, I should teach her better behavior."
My patience finally snapped.
I swaggered up to that man, towering over him, my gaze indifferent. "Tell me honestly, where did you get that bracelet?"
The man collapsed to the ground with a thud, exhausted. This time, man didn't dare hold back a word, having experienced firsthand how this billionaire exacted revenge.
"Miss Kate gave me this. She told me to say all this. I, I didn't want to... but I didn't have any money, and she said she'd give me two hundred thousand if everything worked out!"
Liney and Kate turned pale. Kate shrieked, "You're lying! Sarah must be setting me up!"
A short-haired man pulled out his cell phone, tears streaming down his face. "I have Miss Kate's call logs to prove it!" The man didn't want to be beaten up again and forced to run around naked!
"You may go," I replied indifferently.
The man didn't dare stay for a second and fled.
"Kate!" Mr White's face darkened, trembling with anger. "Is it true?"
She shook her head tearfully: "No, Dad, it's not true, I was framed!"
Liney also became worried: "Mr. Romano, there seems to be some misunderstanding."
"I saw some interesting news today: someone was running naked outside a bar in South City, and I happened to see a photo of that person." I bowed my head slightly: "You might want to check it out, too. Then whoever needs to be punished will be punished properly."
Sarah
I clutched the bracelet and walked quickly down the empty street in front of the villa.
Forget about buses; even taxis were gone.
Besides having to rely solely on my own two feet, I had no other choice. Soon, headlights appeared in the distance, and the sound of an engine slowly approached.
I turned my head, and a black Bentley pulled up next to me, its window fully rolled down.
"There are no cars here; it'll take you at least half an hour to get there," Shawn said from the car, not looking at me.
I looked at him coldly.
He continued, unperturbed, "I'll only take you as far as the city center. I don't have time to drop you off, don't think too much."
I really wanted to turn around and leave with dignity, but it took me half an hour to get to the taxi. A wise person doesn't eat losses before their eyes, so I swallowed my pride and climbed into the passenger seat.
"I told you, don't regret it," Shawn said, driving away, his gaze fixed on the windshield.
"Mr Romano, you're overthinking it. I don't regret it," I explained. "After all, you can't tell the truth. Otherwise, everyone would know you slept with me, so how could you get engaged to the younger sister?"
I called him Mr. Romano.
Shawn's brows furrowed momentarily.
"Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret," I said in a feigned casual tone. "After all, it's a family arrangement; no one would like it if it got out."
The silence in the car gave me an indescribable feeling.
"You're engaged to her, right?" I wanted to clarify.
Shawn replied coldly, "Mr White only has two daughters, so my choices are limited."
I quickly turned away, looking at the villas flashing past the window to hide my sudden pallor.
This "limited choice" clearly didn't include me.
How could I have felt even a glimmer of unjustified anticipation!
Suddenly feeling the air conditioning in the car was too strong, I tugged at my clothes, wrapping myself tightly around the stuff.
Shawn caught a glimpse of my actions, the blindingly bright men's clothing, his gaze, cold as an icy pool.
After leaving the society, he stopped the car abruptly.
"You can catch a taxi here."
Even though I heard that dispassionate voice, I still felt a little uneasy.
Will a little more driving kill him? Taxis are so expensive! I hadn't even had time to unbuckle my seatbelt when a package suddenly fell into my lap.
I looked down and broke out in a cold sweat.
It was the change I'd dropped at the hotel that morning...
"Sarah, you've really grown up, haven't you? To sleep with someone and leave with three hundred and eighty?" His icy gaze fixed directly on me for the first time that night.
I desperately wanted to hide in a crack. I hadn't known it then.
"You... think this is too little?" The suddenly oppressive atmosphere in the car made it hard to breathe.
"Not that little, if you counted it so precisely..."
I didn't even know how much money there was; I couldn't imagine Shawn with his icy face, meticulously counting every bill.
"I didn't know it was you then, otherwise..."
He was so rich, who would have coddled him!
Shawn looked at me intently: "If you knew it was mine, how would you have paid for prostitution?"
"For prostitution?" My eyes widened in surprise: "When did you..."
I looked at his expression; fortunately, I didn't finish.
"Ahem..." I raised my hand, pressing my forehead to mine, protecting myself from the murderous glare. About the look next to me, and quietly explained: “It’s for... the room fee.”
