Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 88: Candice's mask was removed. With a swift motion, she also took off her hat, letting her long hair cascade freely. Her face was now fully visible to Milton. He felt his breath catch in his throat as he gazed upon her, his handsome features reflecting shock. "Are you her lawyer?" he asked, his voice trembling. His initial instinct was to hide the embarrassing incident from Candice. Judge Fletcher intervened, saying, "No, sir. This young lady is not the lawyer. She is the plaintiff, Candice Blake." It took Milton a moment to process this information.

He cast a sharp glance at Judge Fletcher, seeking confirmation. "I have verified her identity," Judge Fletcher continued. "The plaintiff must be present." It was as if lightning had struck Milton. Petrified and unable to move, he seemed frozen in that moment. Candice became the focus of his gaze as he turned to face her. Was Candice Blake actually Candy? Were they one and the same? Was she the same woman he had slept with? And was she also the girl in the cold storage ten years ago? Milton's eyes revealed a mixture of emotions: shock, surprise, excitement, and deep regret.

Without averting his gaze, he continued to look at her, as if the tense atmosphere in the room had slipped his mind. The woman before him seemed both familiar and unfamiliar at once. She possessed a quiet beauty and an incredible serenity. As he observed her, her striking eyebrows framed eyes filled with shock and anger, while her lips trembled. It was clear to him that she was beyond furious. What could he have possibly done to provoke such a reaction from her? Lɒtєst ϲhptєrs ιn glnovеℓ.

On her wedding night, he had taken her virginity and then further insulted her by throwing a check at her. "Here's ten million. Take this and don't show your face in front of me again," he said callously, hoping to be rid of her forever. "Take a morning-after pill and get out of Ploville. Do anything stupid and you'll regret being born." He spoke without forethought, trying to end the matter once and for all. "To end this right now, I'll give you one billion. That's more than enough for you to spend even in your next life. All I ask in exchange is that you forget what happened that night.

Don't be too greedy, and don't come to me threatening me with a baby. If you are pregnant, you will have an abortion, no matter what it costs me. Even if you insist on giving birth, it will never be my heir." Every word he uttered was like a sharp blade, piercing her heart and causing untold pain. What he didn't realize was that she was not the woman he had seen beside Greyson that day. He had mistakenly assumed it was her. It never occurred to him that Candy was the woman he slept with. His wine had been drugged that night, causing delirium and blurred vision.

As a result, he couldn't make out her face clearly. On the rainy night, he looked through the dark window but failed to catch a glimpse of her face. Her voice was hoarse the first time they met, and the sound of rain almost drowned out their conversation the second time, making it difficult for him to hear her clearly. He was so arrogant he didn't bother to discover her true identity. He believed money could solve any problem. Reluctant to admit it, he secretly knew the sex they had that night was phenomenal. He lost himself in the moment.

That unforgettable night remained etched in his memory. When he realized it was her, a flood of infinite relief filled his heart. The terrible truth was revealed, but he couldn't deny the happiness he felt. Excitedly grabbing her wrist, he trembled with the fear that she might vanish. Holding her hand, he couldn't help but shake. The same scenes replayed in Candice's mind over and over again. On her wedding night, he had tortured her mercilessly. The excruciating pain she felt would haunt her forever. . . .