"Don't worry, baby. I'm here with you. You're safe here," Black comforted Holley as he hugged her trembling body in his arms.
"I know you want to protect me, but Rachel is too strong. She has a bodyguard Bernard protecting her, who is a highly skilled assassin. I heard that he was merciless and cruel. Plus, we don't know their whereabouts, while they know everything about us. I can't even sleep at night," Holley sobbed, her voice trembling.
"Baby, don't cry. I'll handle this. Your eyes will get all swollen and red if you keep crying, and it'll make you look all ugly. You don't want that, right? Come on now, stop crying." Black tried his best to cheer her up.
Finally Holley stopped crying. Her tear-stained face made her look charming as ever.
This image of Holley aroused Black, but he knew she wasn't feeling okay, so he let it go. He promised her, "Don't worry, Holley. I'll have my men handle this problem. I'll finish Rachel once and for all!"
"Really? You can do that?" Holley asked, surprised. She was looking at Black in admiration when suddenly she said, concerned, "But Bernard's a trained assassin. He's really strong. What if you..."
"An assassin? My family doesn't care about that. It doesn't matter if they are gangsters or government officials. No one would dare touch my father. I promise you that as soon as my father gives an order, everyone will drop everything to do it," Black said arrogantly.
Holley felt relieved.
She wasn't completely relying on Black for this. After all, she was only his girlfriend—she wasn't his wife or his family. She doubted that Rex would do so much just to help her, his son's girlfriend.
What could Black do without his father even if he did want to help her? He couldn't do anything without his father so she needed to have a backup plan just in case.
Holley was finally relieved. She looked at Black lovingly. "Black, I'm so lucky to have met you. You're the best."
"I feel the same way, baby," Black smiled. She looked so charming that he couldn't help himself—he leaned down and kissed her on the lips.
At Dream Garden
Melissa had been feeling frustrated recently especially when she thought about Sheryl. The helplessness drove her crazy. She hated Sheryl for being cunning and she hated herself for losing against her.
She was stuck at home every day, and she was frankly getting tired of this kind of life. She figured if Charles wouldn't allow her invite any of her friends over, maybe she could go and visit them. But whenever she called them, they always seemed to be busy.
"Humph!" Melissa snorted when she read Helen's reply—she was pissed off.
Melissa could let Helen's stupid excuse of being busy slide but what she couldn't let go was her snide comment about staying home and taking care of her grandchildren—she was obviously poking fun at what had happened last time.
Melissa was so angry that she smashed the cup she was holding. It shattered, exploding into shards of glass everywhere. Destroying things satisfied her very much. Her chest heaved, and the veins in her arms were still throbbing—she was still furious.
She couldn't stand it when people openly mocked her, and she most certainly couldn't stand it when she was being forced to stay home all alone.
'Why don't I go to Macau so I can gamble? I can't stay in this damn house anymore!'
Melissa got excited as soon as she thought of it. She remember how she felt when she had cards in her hand and sitting in a gambling table.
However, she soon realized that she was just getting way too excited. She furrowed her eyebrows in hesitation and her lips pressed together.
She recalled how Charles had warned her against gambling. Plus Charles had already withdrawn the rest of her allowance for the rest of the year. If she lost all her savings in gambling, she wouldn't know what to do.
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