Chapter 128 What Else Can a Mistress Like Me Do?

Chapter 128 What Else Can a Mistress Like Me Do?

"We are watching them. Ms. Smith's parents are still visiting at that relative's house and haven't left recently."

"Keep a close eye on them. No one is to touch them without my orders."

"Yes, sir."

Before he knew it, it was dark again. With non-stop work and the anxiety of searching for Olivia, Charles hadn't rested for nearly fifty hours.

Standing there, his body swayed uncontrollably.

Rhys couldn't stand watching anymore and tried to force him into the car, but Charles kicked him away.

"Mr. Green, she's just a woman. Is she worth all this? If you keep going without eating or drinking, I'm afraid you'll collapse before we find Ms. Smith. Then Ms. Smith will have an even easier time running away."

Charles's eyes instantly turned fierce. "You also think she ran away?"

Rhys was speechless.

That wasn't his point at all.

"Mr. Green."

Facing Charles's barely suppressed anger, Rhys steeled himself to advise:

"Mr. Green, what I mean is, no matter what, you need to take care of yourself first before you can take care of Ms. Smith. If Ms. Smith is in some kind of danger, and when we find her, she needs you to help solve her problems, your current physical condition..."

"I can handle it. Keep searching."

He had pushed through so many dangerous situations before—how could he easily lose his life over a woman?

But...

Until he got news about Olivia, he didn't want to do anything else.

Rhys had no choice but to continue pushing his subordinates.

Fortunately, half an hour later, he got definite news.

"Mr. Green, Ms. Smith is currently in a small town about fifty miles away."

"Let's go."

A dozen cars headed toward the town in a grand procession.

The driver pushed the speed to the maximum, but Charles still urged him to go faster, faster.

Speeding past paved roads and bumpy paths, the familiar car finally appeared before Charles's eyes.

Before the car stopped, Charles jumped out and ran toward that car at top speed.

The closer he got to the car, the more terrified he felt, worried that he would only find the car with the person inside completely gone.

Getting closer and closer to the car, seeing a figure inside, his heart settled slightly.

He ran to the car, yanked the door open forcefully, and saw Olivia sitting inside, eating fast food. For a moment, he was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

Relief, heartache, anger, and helplessness.

Relief that Olivia was still in the car and hadn't left.

Heartache that she was eating such fast food—was she so afraid while running away that she didn't dare eat outside?

Anger at why she left him.

Helplessness...

What exactly should he do to make her completely let go of the past and stay with him peacefully?

Many emotions surged through him, and finally, anger rose to the surface.

Anger that while he hadn't eaten, slept, or drunk water for two days and nights, this heartless instigator was sitting in the car eating fast food just fine.

Seeing him, she even asked innocently, "How did you get here?"

Charles, who had been suppressing his emotions, could no longer hold back. He leaned his upper body into the car, grabbed Olivia's wrist with such force that the fast food in her hand spilled:

"How did I get here? If I hadn't come, were you planning to run away?"

"Olivia, what did we agree on? You would stay by my side for five years, and after five years, I'd let you leave. But what did you do? You tried to run."

"Olivia, have I been too good to you lately? Have you forgotten your place and think you can do whatever you want?"

Olivia frowned at the spilled fast food, her brow furrowed tightly.

Hearing Charles's words, she turned her head with a cold laugh, her voice extremely cold:

"My place? If you hadn't reminded me, I would have really forgotten that I'm just your mistress who can't see the light of day. What are you here for? To fuck me?"

"Right, I'm a mistress. My main job is to sleep with you, no matter when, no matter if there are people around."

Through the windshield, she glanced at Rhys and the others standing not far away, not daring to approach but not leaving either, and laughed mockingly while tearing at her clothes:

"You want it now, right? Fine, I'll give it to you. What position do you want? Lying down? Sitting? Standing? Do you want to be on top or bottom? Are you sure you want your subordinates standing there watching? Are you thinking that after you're done, you'll let your subordinates have a taste of me too?"

"Just say what you want. I'll agree to anything. A mistress, after all, the most important thing is to know your place, to know you're just a plaything, not to think of yourself as a person. I'm used to it. Come on."

As she spoke, Olivia had already unbuttoned all her upper clothes, revealing her underwear underneath.

She grabbed her collar, about to take off all her clothes.

Charles grabbed her hand, looking at her in disbelief. "What are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" Olivia laughed bitterly. "What can a mistress do? Of course, to serve you well. Although it's winter and the heater isn't on in the car, I'm a mistress, right? I have professional integrity. Even if I freeze to death, before I die, I'll serve you, my patron, with all my heart. Even if I freeze to death, while my corpse is still warm, you can keep fucking me."

"Am I dedicated enough as a mistress?"

Olivia smiled, tilting her chin up as she spoke to Charles.

They were very close, her lips almost touching his.

But in her eyes was only the madness of self-destruction, not a trace of love.

Charles had known his heart ached terribly while searching for her, but he hadn't expected that at this moment, Olivia's words would pierce him even more painfully.

He couldn't help but wonder if coming all this way without rest, food, or water was a terrible mistake.

But...

They had an agreement.

They agreed to be together for five years. Now, not even half a year had passed, and she secretly ran away. He came looking for her, and she was unhappy about it, as if he were the one who had done wrong, the one who had broken faith.

"Olivia."

He pinched her chin, his hand trembling with anger. "You're the one who did wrong."

Olivia didn't argue, looking at him even more provocatively. "Right, I'm the one who did wrong. So, how are you going to punish me? Kill me directly, fuck me to death in bed? Or break my legs, tie up my hands, so I can never leave your side again?"

"Or why don't you just take a rope and tie me to your body? That way I'll never be able to leave you."