I could only trust half of what Nicholas said. Back when Mom went abroad for treatment, those people called me countless times every day.
When I officially took over Jones Corporation, they didn't bother to hide their ambitions.
At that time, I had no intention of running the company long-term, so I didn't pay much attention. It was Nicholas who made me start to care about power. It was also he who gave me power.
I sighed, regretting ever believing in him and giving him the chance to hurt me.
However, Nicholas thought I was scared. His cold expression softened. He took my hand and walked with me while saying, "You don't have to be afraid. As long as you stay by my side, I won't let them hurt you, so you would better not make me angry."
Before everything was clear, I couldn't afford to fall out with him. Tabitha's situation was already unique. I couldn't take any risks.
Nicholas led me into the dressing room, holding my hand as he touched each neatly arranged shirt. He asked my opinion in a very good mood, "Does this gray one look good? Or is the white one with gold trim better?"
It seemed as if there were barbs on the shoulders of those shirts. Even the slightest touch burned my fingers.
Next to each shirt hung a matching, mature-looking dress, mostly satin gowns. I didn't need to look closely to know whose style it was.
I broke down at that moment. It felt like someone had meticulously maintained our life over the past three years without my knowledge. But this wasn't romantic or touching. It was terrifying.
I couldn't accept that Nicholas imagined me wearing those dresses every time he picked a shirt. That was too horrifying.
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