Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 95: It was dark outside. The summer wind blew, its howling filling the night with ghostly echoes, shaking the leaves on the trees. In a hotel room somewhere, Madilyn felt a chill run down her spine. The man in front of her wore a night robe and swirled a glass of red wine. The tension in the air was almost palpable, and Madilyn couldn't shake the feeling that she was in danger. The man raised his head and drank the wine in his glass. "It's been three years. Have you forgotten about me?" The smile on Madilyn's face froze. "How could I? You helped me a lot back then.

I will always remember that." The man turned to face her, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "Three years ago, it was you who took the initiative to seduce me. Now you want to save yourself for Greyson?" Madilyn reached for her collar and loosened a button. Screw it-she wasn't a virgin anymore anyway. The man in front of her held something over her from three years ago, and she could only obey him if she wanted to keep it hidden. Moreover, Candice was a lawyer now. She was no longer the weak woman from three years ago, and Madilyn had already failed twice to get rid of her.

Only the man before her could help-he was ruthless but cautious. Madilyn methodically took off her shirt, amusement crinkling the corners of the man's eyes. "Once a whore, forever a whore. Cut the pretentious act," he mused. Biting her lip, Madilyn didn't dare speak. She could only swallow the humiliation that burned her throat like acid. She forced a charming smile and slowly walked toward the man. "I have never slept with any other man except you." Suddenly, he shoved her, causing her to stagger backward and fall to the floor.

"Unfortunately, I'm not interested tonight." Embarrassed, Madilyn grabbed her shirt and put it back on. The man then lit a cigar and took a long drag. Latest chapters uploaded gαℓησvℯs․com "What has Candice Blake been up to lately?" he asked, blowing a perfect ring of smoke. Madilyn choked and coughed. When she heard Candice's name, her face darkened. "Why are you asking about her?" "You shouldn't answer a question with another question," the man retorted, flashing her a sharp, terrifying look. "Tell me everything about her." Resentment flashed in Madilyn's eyes.

"She and Greyson got married, but slept with another man on their wedding night. And then..." "I know what happened that night. You don't have to explain." Madilyn looked at him with wide eyes. "Do you know who that mysterious man is?" The man scoffed. Of course he knew. He was the mastermind behind the incident. "I took a picture of Candice with another man a few days ago." Madilyn unlocked her phone and showed the photo she had taken at Wilmint High School. The lighting wasn't great, but Candice and Milton were still recognizable. In the photo, they looked at each other like close friends.

"I've seen her with this man several times," Madilyn said, pointing at Milton in the photo. "Milton Lopez," the man muttered, his eyes darkening. "You know him?" Madilyn asked in confusion. She hadn't had time to find out who Candice's friend was. The man took the phone. Veins popped on his temples, and his voice grew even colder. "Yes. All too well." He stubbed out his cigar with his bare hand. Then he squinted at Madilyn and asked, "You want to marry Greyson. Is that right?" Madilyn swallowed and admitted, "Yes." Smiling crookedly, the man said, "When my goal is achieved, so will yours.

From now on, do as I say, or what you did all those years ago... Wish us a pleasant cooperation." He deliberately left the sentence unfinished. The expression on his face grew scarier than ever. Madilyn flashed him a wry smile. She desperately needed his help. . . .