The Final Seduction novel Chapter 6

"It was because Brandon's father was richer than Brandon back then," Nicole said with a laugh.

"As long as you give me money, I'm willing to do anything. Now that he's inherited the family fortune, I'm naturally not going to let him go.

"Do you know how wildly passionate he was in the six years we were together? He would never have those kinds of feelings for anyone other than me. That's why you've never succeeded, no matter how much you tried to seduce him.

"He's saved himself for me, so what do you even amount to? Last time, at the auction, the bracelet I wanted cost a fortune. But he still won the bid for me without even blinking an eye. Have you ever been treated like this?"

Nicole's words were like a blunt knife that painstakingly carved its way into Roxanne's heart. She retorted, "Are you just trying to prove that you can win everything?"

"I only need to win Brandon from you." Nicole chuckled.

"Let's make a bet. When he comes out of the trauma room later, let's see whose name he calls out first."

Roxanne still clung to a shred of hope, as unrealistic as it might be.

Perhaps Brandon still had a sliver of conscience left. Perhaps he'd suddenly think of her then.

At the very least, he should worry about whether she had made it out of the fire. They had been together for seven years after all. Even if she were just a pet, seven years would be more than enough to build some emotional attachment.

However, when Brandon was wheeled out of the trauma room an hour later, and even under the lingering effects of anesthesia, the first word that left his mouth was "Nicole".

Nicole gave Roxanne a taunting look. "See? I won again."

Roxanne watched as Nicole walked over to Brandon. And with that, her last wisp of hope disintegrated.

In the days that followed, both Roxanne and Brandon stayed in the hospital for treatment.

Every day, Roxanne would see Nicole coming to personally take care of Brandon. She never left his side, thus not giving Roxanne any chance to get close to Brandon.

On the afternoon that Roxanne was about to be discharged, Brandon came to her hospital room.

He had prepared a nutritious meal for her, and he also gifted her an exquisite gift box.

"Your birthday is in three days. There's a key in this box. I've placed your present in the walk-in closet. Use this key to open the cupboard inside, and you'll see your present."

Three days later, also known as the day that Roxanne planned to leave the country.

She wordlessly accepted the key before calmly saying, "Thank you."

Just as she grabbed her bag so she could go get discharged, an immigration application form fell out of it.

Brandon picked it up and asked with a frown, "What's this? You're immigrating?"

Roxanne snatched the form back. "My friend left it with me. I'm going to return it to her now."

Brandon relaxed a little. He fell silent as he studied Roxanne's frail appearance.

"I'll be discharged on the day of your birthday. I'll celebrate your birthday with you, Roxanne, so you must wait for me to get home."

Roxanne's heart trembled. She was just about to speak when Nicole's voice came from the hallway.

"Brandon, I made you some chicken noodle soup all by myself…"