2 15: Chapter 15 – What, want to chase me?
2 Jim Caldwell squints his eyes at Scarlett Glenn in front of him; she is truly beautiful.
He has never been short of beautiful women by his side, and even those who were more beautiful than Scarlett Glenn, but none of them were like her – so beautiful that they would move your soul.
Once you’ve seen her, she would hook you day and night.
Scarlett Glenn now looks even more beautiful than she did three years ago, having lost her youthful innocence.
She now resembles a wildly seductive poppy in bloom out in the open, fully aware of her poisonous nature, yet still unable to resist the inner, restless desire she stirs.
Otherwise, Jim Caldwell wouldn’t have had someone look into Scarlett’s information, and he wouldn’t have come here to block her deliberately.
Jim Caldwell had never been so desperate for a woman before.
He really wants to strip off her clothes right now and take her right here.
Scarlett Glenn scoffs.
Look, this is the true face behind Jim Caldwell’s mask – hypocritical, disgusting.
Scarlett Glenn looks at Jim Caldwell, her face full of disdain, and sneers with disdain, “Jim Caldwell, did you really think that I didn’t see you on the night Ruka drugged me three years ago?
You knew it was happening, but you didn’t stop it or warn me; you just wanted to wait for the drug to kick in so you could help me, and then play with me.
And afterward, you expect me to be grateful and let you toy with me?
Do you think everyone is stupid?”
Margaret Glenn is always suspicious of Scarlett Glenn trying to entice Jim Caldwell, but little does she know, it is Jim Caldwell who has been plotting to take advantage of Scarlett Glenn.
From the very first time she met Jim Caldwell, Scarlett Glenn knew that this man…
was no good.
Jim Caldwell shows a bit of surprise, but it quickly fades.
He reaches out to lift Scarlett’s chin and says, “You are indeed much more interesting than Margaret.
How about being with me?
I can make sure you’ll always be the leading lady in all your shows.”
Scarlett smiles at the corner of her mouth mockingly, “Jim Caldwell, what kind of man are you?” She suddenly tightens her grip on Jim’s tie and strangles him, pushing him back hard, and his back smacks against the wall.
Scarlett speaks slowly, “You really…
are detestable…”
She raises her chin, “Although I may be cheap…
I’m not so desperate as to lower my standards.
You…
don’t impress me.”
Jim Caldwell leans lazily against the wall, not fighting back, smiling and asking, “So, Ethan Hearnd is alright, then?”
Scarlett raises an eyebrow, “That’s right; he is.”
A sudden cold light flashes in Jim Caldwell’s eyes; he says, “Then, just you wait.
Sooner or later, I’ll have you.”
Scarlett Glenn: “Yeah, I’ll be waiting…to see if you get a chance to play with me.”
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That evening, Jim Caldwell goes to a social gathering with alcohol, attended by several wealthy young men from Loch City.
The girls accompanying them were all beautiful, and each wore an even shorter skirt.
Jim Caldwell glances at the main seat’s guest of honor.
He had a delicate face, slightly raised phoenix eyes, thin and cold red lips, fair skin, and stunning beauty.
Clearly a man but with an effeminate appearance that did not carry any sense of weakness, he was a vision of elegance and extraordinary talent.
Such a man, once seen, would never be forgotten.
A woman massages his shoulders; another massages his legs; another pours him wine – all of them serving him like worshippers of an idol, well-mannered, not daring to be chaotic, and no one daring to challenge him.
While others indulge in their carnal desires, he remained unattainable like the peak of a high mountain.
At any time, the son of the Herd Family, as long as he is present, all others are but mere background adornment.