Chapter 4

Harper Green looked at Giselle with indifference, still ruthless in her actions: "Why didn't you ask him to be gentle when you were having org*sm?" Giselle gritted her teeth and cursed fiercely, "Maverick is a scumbag! B*stard!" Harper suddenly fell silent. She applied some antiseptic solution to her hands and massaged Giselle's waist. Her waist was bruised, with the mark of the man's fingers. The most obvious bruise was on her lower back where she had hit the edge of the table. "Have you heard that Maverick is going to be engaged to Gloria?" asked Harper as she massaged Giselle's waist. "Mm-hmm," Giselle replied nonchalantly, eyes closed as she spoke. "We talked everything over at home yesterday and settled the matter." Her tone was indifferent as if she was discussing someone else's gossip. Harper gave her a glare, wiped her hands clean, and helped her put her clothes back on. "Aren't you nervous at all?" Giselle stood up and stretched lazily, saying, "Don't worry, this marriage won't happen." The confidence in her eyes impressed even Harper. Giselle went to change her dress. When she returned, she tugged on the white coat of Harper, "Let's have fun tonight." Harper lowered her head and began to pack her things, refusing directly, "Nah, Steward is coming back tonight." "Geez," Giselle clicked her tongue twice, "even after so many years of being married, you two are still like glue?" Harper chuckled softly and said nothing. As soon as Giselle left the hospital, she noticed that she was being followed by a car. The car following her was a flashy red Ferrari, and even through the car window, Giselle could recognize the awful-faced driver behind the wheel. It was that scumbag Vincent in the driver's seat! What did he intend to do by following her car like this? Vincent's reputation in Finceland city was notorious. He was infamous for his evil deeds. Afraid that Vincent might really do something to her, Giselle turned the steering wheel halfway and drove to the busiest area in the city. As expected, Vincent's car followed her for a while, but when he saw the heavy traffic and crowded streets, he simply drove away. Giselle breathed a sigh of relief. She parked her car in the underground garage of a shopping mall, fearing that Vincent might come back for a sneak attack. She was ready to engage in a 'fierce battle' if necessary. Maverick, as a qualified sugar daddy, gave her a secondary credit card with no spending limit, allowing her to spend freely. Without hesitation, Giselle went straight to the jewelry store and bought herself a bracelet worth six figures using the unlimited secondary credit card. An hour later, Giselle returned with her arms full of shopping bags. On her way back, her Golf suddenly got rear-ended, and the car stalled. The collision happened in a remote area with little traffic and few people around. Feeling a bit scared, Giselle was about to call Maverick when she saw two people getting out of the car that had hit her from behind. It was Vincent and an unfamiliar man. One stood on the left and the other on the right, blocking her car door, and not allowing her to escape. Giselle was feeling her heart racing as she quickly dialed Maverick's phone number. The phone rang twice and was then hung up mercilessly. Giselle was not sure what to do and decided to stay in the car, but to her horror, the man who came with Vincent pulled out a hammer and threatened to smash the car window. She had no choice but to get out of the car. Giselle was dressed very revealingly today. The tight-knit maxi dress clung to her curves, with its ample bust and rounded hips, oozing sex appeal. Vincent's eyes widened as he looked at her in her tight dress. He had seen many women, but he had never tasted a natural beauty like Giselle. "Ms. Hawk, why don't you do me the honor and join me for a drink?" He spoke as if she had a space to refuse. Giselle didn't want to waste time, so she went to the Sensual Bar with Vincent. It was the most luxurious and high-end private club in Finceland. The security level was top-notch. Throughout the journey, Giselle was constantly thinking of ways to escape, but unfortunately, Vincent was watching her too closely, giving her no chance to do so. Upon entering the private room, a group of greasy men immediately greeted her with 'Madam' or 'Mrs. Canfield'. They all looked at her with lecherous eyes. Their intentions were clearly not good. The expression on Giselle's face turned sour, and she almost flipped the table on the spot. Someone said sarcastically, "Boss, why does Giselle keep a sour face all the time? Have you not trained her well?" Vincent grinned and his disgusting hand immediately wrapped around Giselle's waist. "Tonight I'll teach you a lesson, Ms. Hawk. What do you think?" The foul breath coming from his mouth made Giselle almost throw up. She struggled hard and gritted her teeth, "Let go!" The other private room. Someone rushed into the private room excitedly and exclaimed, "Oh my god, you won't believe who I just saw in the next room!" "Who is it? Why are you so excited?" The person smirked and said excitedly, "It's Giselle! She's in the next room with Vincent, and he's even holding her waist while a bunch of guys call her Mrs. Canfield!" As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent. All eyes turned to the corner where Maverick sat in silence, and the room atmosphere was tense.