Chapter 100 Death Conspiracy

Calliope watched everything in silence, feeling a sudden chill run down her spine.

Maybe it was because of their intimate relationship, or because he had never been rough with her before, she had never seen his cold side.

But now, she was getting a real sense of the cold, ruthless, and decisive Matthew that the rumors talked about.

Meanwhile, in a dimly lit room, the woman's moans and gasps filled the air. The heated atmosphere made their hearts race.

The woman tilted her head back, collapsing into the man's arms after a suppressed moan.

The phone rang, and the man gently pushed the woman off him, reaching for the phone on the bedside table, only to be stopped halfway by the woman's soft hand.

"Mr. Fields, are you going to be busy again? You've only been here for a little over two hours this time." Her voice was dripping with desire, sultry and winding.

"Be good." Daryl Fields pecked her forehead gently, saying softly but firmly, "I have some important things to take care of."

"Alright."

The woman regretfully got up, grabbed his shirt from the foot of the bed, and put it on, posing carefully by the bedside as Daryl answered the phone.

Whatever was said on the other end made his previously calm expression darken for a moment, but soon he regained his usual look.

"Okay, got it. Keep monitoring and report any further developments to me."

After hanging up, Daryl leaned against the bed, putting a cigarette in his mouth but not lighting it, lost in thought.

"What's wrong, darling? If you're really busy, just go. I can manage on my own."

Though she said this, she clung to Daryl like a vine, her small hand playfully roaming his chest.

"Don't mess around. It's about the Brown family."

"The Brown family?" Hearing this, the woman stopped teasing and sat up straight, saying, "Weren't they all arrested and sentenced? You also had people deal with it!"

Daryl suddenly glanced at her, making the woman quickly lower her head and apologize, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to discuss your matters."

Daryl was the youngest department head in the city government office with a stellar record. Privately, he was a perfect lover.

But when it came to serious matters, Daryl could become extremely ruthless. She had been by his side for almost two years before daring to say such things.

She thought their relationship was close enough that it was okay to talk about those matters, especially since he didn't avoid discussing them in front of her.

Daryl watched her expression.

"He didn't die."

This was something Matthew had done, but the decision was made by Calliope.

In fact, Daryl had seen Calliope before. That time at the golf course, he was not far away.

She was a stubborn and foolish woman. To this day, he still didn't know why Matthew liked Calliope.

The woman didn't dare speak again, carefully observing his reaction. But even so, it didn't make Daryl calm down.

Daryl pushed the woman away, casually put on some pants, and got out of bed.

"Get out."

"Yes."

The woman didn't dare say more, obediently taking off his shirt, putting on her own clothes, and silently walking to the door.

As she closed the door, she heard him say from inside, "Don't come over anymore."

Her body shook violently. She lowered her head, holding back her sobs. It was over.

It was better to leave cleanly. Maybe he would remember her obedience and give her some benefits in the end.

After she left, Daryl made another call.

"Clean up the matter, and investigate Calliope."

In the hospital, Calliope stared at Matthew for a long time, her gaze not exactly intense, but cautious and distant, with a hint of flattery.

She was scared, but the past interactions with him left her unsure of what exactly to fear.

"Are you dumbfounded?"

Calliope snapped back to reality, realizing she had been staring at him for too long, and quickly averted her gaze.

"No, I just thought you looked very handsome just now."

Even though it was a compliment, Calliope said it without any emotion, as if she was just fulfilling her duty as a lover.

Matthew's lips curled into a faint and ambiguous smile.

Alright, now she didn't even need to think before lying.

"What do you plan to do after you catch that jerk who hurt me?"

Matthew teased her, gently stroking her eye corner with his finger. "Do you want to experience it in advance?"

Calliope immediately shook her head and even stepped back, only to be pulled back by Matthew's grip on her neck.

"It hurts."

The welts on her neck became more apparent, and the teasing in Matthew's eyes finally disappeared. He snorted, "I don't need you to say nice things to please me every day, since your acting is terrible anyway. Just don't cause me trouble and behave. It's for your own good."

Even Matthew was startled by his concerning tone.

He and Calliope had no blood relation, and even the emotional fulfillment and physical pleasure Calliope brought him didn't match his efforts. Why did he keep her around?

Looking at Calliope seriously again, he instantly got the answer.

Her bright eyes looked at him, all emotions and thoughts clear as day.

Calliope couldn't bring herself to harm others, nor could she decide to leave him, and she was heavily burdened by the Brown family.

She couldn't leave him, and she had to depend on him.

Calliope always tried to find a bit of true affection in this mutually exploitative relationship with the Brown family, but she was always disappointed.

Calliope's unrealistic expectations and unfulfilled desires reminded Matthew of his younger self, foolish, weak, and conflicted.

Ella, the indolent secretary, once remarked to David, "Some people spend their whole lives healing from their childhood, while others use their childhood memories to heal their whole lives."

Matthew had overheard this in passing, but somehow it stuck with him. He was the former, while Calliope was the latter.

Maybe Matthew never accepted his childhood, so he sought a sense of recognition and achievement from protecting Calliope.

At least since meeting Calliope, Matthew hadn't had insomnia.

"Let's go. I'll take you back to the hospital."

Matthew put his arm around Calliope's shoulder and led her away, as Nash hurriedly ran over from the other side.

"Mr. Moore." He seemed to have something difficult to say, hesitating with fear.