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Eddy tore off one of the bodyguard’s gas masks, and a wild, earthy scent rushed in, overwhelming his senses and clouding his mind.
The bodyguard, eyes blazing, seized Ingrid’s hand, which had been clinging
helplessly to Eddy. With a sudden, brutal motion, he wrenched her away and threw her to the ground, acting with complete disregard.
It happened so fast that Ingrid had no chance to dodge. She crashed to the floor and felt the bodyguard’s iron grip pinning her down.
She thrashed and kicked, furious. “You’ve got a death wish, don’t you? How dare you touch me!”
“Let go of me!”
The other bodyguards weren’t about to let this maniac have his way with Ingrid. Chaos erupted as they tried to restrain their crazed colleague. For a moment, the iron wall of protection around Eddy faltered.
Seizing the opportunity, Eddy slipped away to the garage and jumped into a Ferrari. By the time the bodyguards caught on, he was already tearing out of the driveway, the engine roaring into the night.
Back in the living room, pandemonium reigned. The guards finally subdued the out–of–control bodyguard, and Ingrid managed to escape.
She collapsed onto the living room sofa, her mind whirling. Had she really stooped so low as to become Eddy’s mistress, bearing his children without so much as a promise in return? And yet, he didn’t care.
He’d never treated her like this before. Once, he’d been, her childhood friend, her protector, the boy who would have done anything for her. Now, because of Blanche, he looked at her like she was the enemy, tossing her aside and letting the guards handle her however they pleased.
Bitter tears spilled down Ingrid’s cheeks. She slapped the bodyguard, but no matter how many times she struck him, it could never relieve the hatred swelling inside her.
She needed to destroy them..
Snatching her phone, Ingrid dialed Camilla, the TV host. “I sent you the video. Why haven’t you aired it?”
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“Miss Marshall, Isn’t the day after tomorrow when Miss Doyle and Mr. Anderson.are getting married? I thought it’d be most explosive if we released it then, Camilla replied calmly.
“No, I want you to air it now!” Ingrid couldn’t wait another second. She couldn’t stand watching Blanche and Eddy flaunt their affection, nor could she bear Jeannette and Kelvin’s wedding. One after another, they’d all left her behind.
“Miss Marshall-” Camilla tried to reason with her.
But Ingrid cut her off coldly. “If you don’t want this once–in–a–lifetime story, there are plenty who do.”
There was a beat of silence. Then Camilla’s voice came back, firm and decisive. “All right. I’ll air it immediately.”
She muttered to herself as she hung up, “It was going to come out sooner or later–might as well be now.”
Ingrid ended the call. Within minutes, the scandalous video of Eddy and Jeannette began to spread like wildfire.
Eddy rushed home, only to find Loraine and Blanche sitting serenely on the living room sofa, sipping tea. Healy played quietly with his toys nearby. The scene looked picture–perfect.
A maid opened the door for him. “Sir?”
Loraine turned at the sound, her eyes meeting Eddy’s with a steely chill. “So you dare defy me?”
“I’ll tell Laney the truth right now!”
“If she really loved you, she wouldn’t stand by and watch the Simmons family line end,” Loraine said, her voice void of warmth. To her, Eddy was more tool than son. “This is your last chance. Go back–now.”
Blanche had no idea why mother and son were fighting, nor did she care. She stood, gently taking Healy’s hand. Healy, your dad and grandma need to talk. Let’s go upstairs and play.”
Healy cheered, clapping his hands.
“Wait.” Loraine grabbed Blanche’s wrist, her grip so tight Blanche gasped in pain.
Eddy tensed, his voice low and urgent. “Mom, let go of Laney.”
“All you ever see is her. Do you not see what your mother’s done for you?” Loraine’s
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voice trembled with anger and heartbreak. “If it weren’t for me, the Simmons Group would have been handed off to that bastard’s son long ago!”
“Mom, Laney just had surgery. She can’t handle this!” Eddy was frantic, seeing Blanche’s face turn pale and drawn. “Please, don’t hurt her. She has nothing to do with this.”
Eddy’s skin was flushed, every word a struggle. Sweat poured down his body, soaking his clothes, his lips parched. If the drug’s effects didn’t ease, it might very well kill him.
Loraine saw the state her son was in and yet refused to relent. All she could see was Blanche–and not Eddy himself. Tears threatened her eyes. “How did I raise a son like you? Why are you so much like him?”
“He left everything in ruins for some woman, and now you’re willing to throw your life away for her too!”
“Eddy! Are you trying to kill me?” Loraine finally released Blanche and, in her desperation, pounded her fists against Eddy’s chest. “I’m begging you–please…”
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