Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

Frederick replied almost immediately, but he was making calculations in his mind.

It was Friday the next day and he had a lot to do in the morning. This evening would be perfect! Alicia might be more gentle once she had her fair share of the scare. All in time for him to enjoy his pleasant weekend!

He was bubbling with joy as he thought of finally returning to his home!

She would be adorable when she was afraid, no longer pulling long faces at him when he returned!

Getting up, he wrote a number on an A4 paper and wrote 'Blanchard' on the back. "Take care of this personally! I trust I don't need to teach you how to do it!"

"Of course!"

"Go to Hiddleson Hotel Room 308 and check the room beforehand. Monitor everything once she enters, and inform me instantly. There must be not one mistake!"

"Don't worry!"

Taking over the paper, Chet put it aside and said, "Right, Mr. Andrews from Pacific Group brought an upstart..."

He then reported the news of the nouveau riche to Frederick.

"What do you think? I think this kind of person who only wants money but doesn't ask anything suits our investment the best! We can play the game with our rules! I just don't know how a person like that became rich! Even Mr. Andrews from Pacific Group treats him politely!"

"That's where you're wrong. An honest man reaps more than others! The theory that you lose big things for little interests works in the opposite too! If I kept thinking of how to cut down on your salary, would you still be willing to work for me? He doesn't care about anything and he may receive less than promised, but he wouldn't incur a loss! Adding it up, it would still be more than putting it in a fixed deposit! Sometimes, smart people make bad decisions. I've always believed that luck is accumulated and not born with! You can take a look anywhere, blessed and happy people are usually those who are generous, stingy people will usually get poorer!”

"Frederick, then you must be a special case!"

Was there anyone who was more accurate than Frederick in predicting? He was good at calculating and foresaw the way before he made a move on many things. Speaking, Chet snuck a glance at him.

He had greater achievements one after another every year!

"Well, I guess you don't want your year-end bonus anymore!" Was Chet implying that he was stingy?

Putting down his glass, Frederick stood up. There were some matters that he could close an eye to. But, for others, he would return an eye for an eye.

Following him, Chet chuckled. "Please don't. I was saying that you're amazing!"

"Do what I've instructed and you can handle the rest!"

Between words, Frederick had already walked away.

At this time, the office phone rang and Chet was hectic at work. After handling the emails, he received a phone call from the escort agency. They had sent a series of photos of women for him to choose from.

He had no mood to read the descriptions. He was guessing the upstart's taste in women and he figured that a pretty face with a voluptuous body would suit best. He swiftly picked an escort with an attractive face and a good body, writing down her contact details on a piece of paper.

He replied to the agency and confirmed the details. "Okay, that's all, my secretary will wire you the money later! We'll contact Miss No. 6 for the specifics!"

Hanging up, Chet continued busying. As he was finishing up, he remembered he was to meet a client, therefore he grabbed his bag and left the office hurriedly.

Walking out of the room, he remembered the escort. He turned back and stopped by the secretary's office.

"Contact the phone number on my desk and call the escort over tonight! Take note of the client's reactions and ask her to observe his mood. It'll be good if she can stay a few more days. If she can't, quickly make a decision to change the person or withdraw. Don't mess things up."

"Okay! I'll contact her right away!"

Looking at his watch, he rushed off. The secretary entered his office but she only saw the A4 paper with a single phone number. She then took it out of the room.

Alicia was busy with her work in her office when an unknown phone call came in.

Before she spoke, the caller had introduced herself, "Miss Blanchard? I'm Sophia Lanes, a secretary from Soaver International."

Finally, the time came!

In that instant, Alicia's heart sank and shattered into pieces. Nevertheless, she answered, "Yes!"

"Miss Blanchard, it's tonight at nine, Room 3118 of Hiddleson Hotel. The client you're escorting is Mr. Wilson Miller. He owns some mines and is involved in the logistics business. He's quite open- minded and doesn't care for details. He's a very important client to us, thus please give your full cooperation and try to not make him angry. If there's anything that bothers you or makes you uncomfortable, please try to endure it. You can contact me anytime."

Her heart grew cold as the secretary explained everything in detail.

Did he really want her to escort a client? What type of pervert did he get her? That man might treat her with violence and hurt, and yet Frederick wanted her to endure this time? What a disgusting man! She just deserved one million dollars? Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

He said that all she could see was money but he was the one drowning in it!

She had really meant nothing to him! Despite that, he was the most special man to her...

Her hands grabbed the phone tightly, her knuckles cracking. When she came to her senses, the call had ended.

That day, she sat blankly in the office after work until seven in the evening.

The man she had been passionately in love with for three years had abandoned her on their wedding day. The one and the only real man she had in her life treated her as a plaything and was offering her to other men after he was finished with her...

Her feelings, body, sacrifices, and her life... All of these were worthless to men!

Tears fell as she got up but she held her chin up high. Men were nothing! From now on, all of you were not worth my tears! Alicia exclaimed inwardly.

Wiping her tears away, she took her bag and headed out.

The next day, Frederick was discussing benefit clauses with other business owners in the meeting room at Soaver International. The door suddenly opened; Chet walked in anxiously and whispered in his ear.

"Frederick, something has happened to Miss Blanchard. She was detained!" "What the hell?" Frederick stood up immediately and asked, "When did it happen?"

"Last night!"

Turning around, he walked straight toward the door. The representatives behind him also stood up. "President Clements—"

"I have some family affairs to take care of, well continue when I'm back!"

With this, he did not stop and Chet hurried after him. Chet threw a signaling look at Frederick's secretary.

Once he left, Frederick took out his phone. "What's going on? Why do we only know about this now when it happened last night? Where is she? Has she been bailed out?"

Did she spend the night at the police station? How scared would she have been!

"They said that she stabbed and wounded someone. She was arrested immediately..."