Chapter 71
I certainly didn't miss the greedy look on Lawrence's face.
Looking at Michael beside me, who clearly couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to kick these two out, I picked up the bank card from the table under Lawrence's greedy gaze.
Lawrence stared at my hand.
"You..."
He wanted to stop me, but Jane called him back.
Still, his expression looked really terrible.
If Jane weren't here, Lawrence would probably turn into a tail-wagging, begging dog in an instant.
"Honey, it seems this Mr. Parker is not professional at all."
Michael had somehow moved closer to me. Though there was still some distance between us, the way he looked at me was so sticky, giving me the feeling that his lips were right by my ear at that moment - the temperature rising, his breath scorching hot.
I couldn't help but gasp.
Then I saw Jane's jealous look.
I deliberately grabbed Michael's arm, "Of course, how could we possibly not be right for each other?"
Michael added, "Oh? Really?"
I smiled at him, deliberately lowering my voice but adding a teasing tone, "In my heart, we're meant to be!"
From the corner of my eye, I could see Jane's face tighten, her eyes looking like they were about to pop out any second, fixed on the two of us.
I pushed Michael, "Look, Jane seems to have something to say to you."
Michael looked disgusted, "But I only have eyes for you."
Jane tried to talk to Michael. "Michael, I think some things need attention, otherwise what if something really goes wrong!"
Michael said coldly, "What's it to you? Ms. Ross, if you don't want to attend this charity gala, you can leave directly."
Michael's voice was loud, attracting people around us, all pointing and whispering about us.
At that moment, Amelia also came over.
Seeing Michael's bad mood, she didn't speak up for Jane either.
Seems like between her own son and Jane, she knew who to prioritize.
Amelia sat beside me, chatting about this and that.
I occasionally glanced at the two people across from us. After about twenty minutes, I saw a message on my phone, and a smile appeared on my face.
Looks like the gift I prepared for them had arrived.
Two police officers walked in from outside and stood beside Lawrence. "Hello, you're involved in fraud. Come with us."
The person was taken away directly, and Jane's face looked terrible.
She had just introduced Lawrence to quite a few people, and now everyone was looking at her strangely.
After sitting for a while, she clutched her stomach. "I'm really sorry, I'm not feeling well. I need to leave."
After she left, even the air seemed fresher.
"Nancy, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault, I..." Amelia said guiltily.
Of course, I knew this was just surface-level.
But smart people didn't expose her thoughts at this moment.
I said gently, "It's okay, I know you just wanted things to work out well for us."
After the charity gala, we went home together. I had just gotten to my room when Michael squeezed in.
Seeing him like this, I smiled. "What's wrong?"
Michael hugged me, resting his chin on my shoulder, whining, "You didn't tell me your whole plan. Don't you trust me?"
"Isn't it more that I have enough confidence in myself?" I asked Michael with my arms crossed.
Michael was clearly still a bit reluctant.
He wanted to say something, but I cut him off.
Finally, he just cupped my face and kissed my lips hard.
During a break, Michael spoke by my ear, "Nancy! I really love you so much. No one can stop us from being together, or I'll really go crazy!"
Before I could ask how deep his love went, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him toward the bed. With the momentum, he fell on top of me, pressing my body into the bed. Looking at the man above me breathing heavily, I smiled.
This man seemed to be losing control of himself.
He held my neck and continued the deep kiss.
My head tilted back slightly, and I could feel this man's scent slowly attacking my body.
Then, enveloping me completely in his scent.
In the wet heat, I heard Michael ask, "Nancy, I love you. What about you?"
I didn't speak, but I also cupped his head, aimed at his lips, and slowly pressed mine against them.
That was my answer.
This action clearly excited Michael.
He wasn't willing to lose out at all, pulling my hand downward, "Nancy, help me."
My hand didn't stop, moving up and down. But feeling his cock change, I deliberately pinched right in the middle. Michael, who had been holding me lightly, suddenly tightened his grip and pushed me hard into his embrace.
"Don't move, don't move. Like this, I can't hold on anymore!"
His cock was already big - I could barely grip it with one hand. When he moved, it would slip down.
I quickly grabbed it again.
When Michael walked out of my room, it was already an hour later, still looking unsatisfied.
The next morning, I was woken up by a delivery call. I went out to get the package and shook it when I came back - I didn't know what was inside, but it was rattling around.
"Nancy, what's this?" Michael was just coming down and immediately came over when he saw me.
I quickly pushed him away, "Michael, your mom and the others are still here!"
Michael wasn't happy, but I had some authority over him, so he could only stand beside me and watch me open the package.
I pulled out a photo from the package, then saw a cross inside - a bloody cross!
I was startled and dropped the package on the floor.
When I crouched down to look, I found the bloodstains were fake, but made very realistically.
Besides that, the photo had also fallen to the ground.
Seeing the photo, my face went dark.
In the photo was the wedding dress we had chosen, but it had been slashed by someone, torn into strips.
This photo was sent by someone to provoke us!
I saw it, and Michael naturally saw it too.
His expression wasn't good either. He took the photo from my hand and sent a picture to his assistant.
"Investigate what's going on!" His cold voice rang out at the same time.