Chapter 309 I Don't Think You'll Take Risks Easily
Oliver didn't put up a fight. He glanced at her hand and muttered, "We're heading to Vesper City tomorrow. There's a banquet in the evening, and you're coming with me."
Sarah knew he was knee-deep in a big project lately, and a trip to Vesper City meant meeting with a partner.
She wasn't that naive girl anymore; she had learned to talk terms. "You said you couldn't get Dylan out, but I know what you can do. You can at least make things a bit easier for him in there."
As the twilight swallowed the last bit of the setting sun, her face, bathed in the afterglow, had a touch of allure.
Oliver turned back, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one up. Pale blue smoke curled around him as he looked at her through the haze. After a moment, he flicked the ash and smirked, "Who told you this? Olivia or Zoey?"
He figured Sarah didn't have many people she could talk to, so it had to be one of them.
But Sarah softly said, "I guessed it!" then she gave a bitter smile, "Dylan was a lawyer, and even he got messed up because of you. With his status, you could easily get him into prison, and you must have some connections. Whether Dylan has a good or bad time in there, even what he eats, is up to you, right?"
In the fading light, Oliver's eyes were intense as he stared at Sarah. When he first met her, she was an innocent girl, well-protected by Dylan.
But he always forgot she was a Miller. The sharpness in her genes was no less than Dylan's. She was simple only because Dylan wanted her to be.
By the time Oliver snapped out of it, the cigarette between his fingers had burned out.
He gave a faint smile, "Of course!"
Right in front of her, he made a call. About five seconds later, someone picked up.
Oliver's tone was cool. "Mr. Davis, I need you to do something."
He added, "Yeah, his food should be top-notch, and give him a single room."
The person on the other end said something.
Oliver suddenly looked at Sarah, his gaze long and teasing as he said, "Because someone cares."
With that, he hung up and asked Sarah, "Happy now? Can you come with me to Vesper City?"
Sarah started walking towards the entrance, but after a couple of steps, he grabbed her slender wrist, pulling her into his warm embrace. Her face pressed against his shoulder, against his fine coat. Oliver lowered his head and kissed her.
She instinctively resisted, but he bit her red lips. Then he let her go and said, "I can call Mr. Davis anytime."
Sarah looked up, her eyes full of despair. Her voice tinged with sorrow, "Oliver, besides threatening me, what else can you do?"
Oliver looked down at her and suddenly smiled bitterly. He didn't know either.
Sarah figured Oliver would bring Jacob along since he seemed to adore the kid. But before bed, Oliver told her, "It's just the two of us and Zoey. Jacob's too young for a long trip."
Sarah, in her pure white nightgown, knelt on the bed, still trying to push back, "But Jacob needs someone to look after him. How about I stay and take care of him? Zoey can go with you to the banquet."
Oliver loosened his tie and tossed it onto the couch. He glanced at her, "The other party wants Mrs. Windsor to accompany me. Is Zoey Mrs. Windsor? Zoey's got two kids; I don't want to get tangled up with her."
Sarah knew she couldn't change his mind. Her body relaxed, and her voice softened, "How many days are we going for?"
Oliver raised his hand and unbuttoned three buttons on his shirt. Seeing her submissive posture stirred something in him.
He didn't hold back, walked over to the bed, lifted her delicate chin, leaned in to kiss her, and skillfully slid his hand under her nightgown.
With a few moves, he pulled Sarah to him and they became one.
Sarah lay on his shoulder, compliant. If she went along with him, he might stop after one or two times.
But if she dared to resist, Oliver wouldn't be satisfied with less than three times. He'd torment her until she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Lately, he wanted to make love every night. She didn't get it; during their honeymoon, he didn't seem so into sex.
Maybe he always had a strong need, but with fewer women around him recently, he naturally took it out on her.
The next day, they flew to Vesper City.
Oliver didn't take her to their old villa but checked them into the most luxurious six-star hotel in Vesper City. Zoey had booked the presidential suite on the top floor for him.
After checking in, Oliver had to head to a meeting at the Vesper City branch.
He changed into a formal suit and asked Sarah to tie his tie. Maybe her submissive posture put him in a good mood, or maybe he was still satisfied from last night. He was unusually gentle, "The banquet is in the evening, so you can go out and explore beforehand. Don't you have a lot of friends and classmates in Vesper City? You can meet them for afternoon tea or something."
Sarah's voice was indifferent, "I don't have many friends."
Oliver unexpectedly thought of a name—Lester. He wanted to mock her but held back.
Sarah looked up and asked him, "Aren't you afraid I'll run away if you let me out?"
He patted her face, his tone casual and playful, "I put the original document in the safe. If you run or something happens to me, it'll immediately show up at the relevant institutions. By then, Dylan probably won't get out of prison. I don't think you'll take that risk easily."