Chapter 4 Bought Home

Charlotte went back to the Bennett residence in a hurry. The moment she went in, Edda asked the servants to drag her to the main residence. “What are you doing? Let me go! I can walk!” Charlotte was dismayed as they held her by her arms, leaving her legs dangling midair. But she could do nothing about it. After all, the servants were strong, and she would only get herself hurt if she resisted them. Her knees slammed against the floor when she was tossed into the main residence. She would have scraped herself if not for the thick rug covering the floor. Damn it! “Kneel!” someone barked before she could fly into a rage, shocking her. Then she saw Eleanor on the sofa with a few people behind her, including Edda. At that moment, Eleanor was gazing into her eyes with her piercing ones. Charlotte trembled at the imposing air Eleanor was giving off, and before she could stand up, she was reflexively kneeling before her. Meanwhile, Michael came out of the hotel with his bodyguards around him. His dour eyes and the menacing air he gave off stopped anyone from looking straight at him. “Mr. Bennet, will you be going back to the company or the main residence?” a man in spectacles who followed him asked, waiting for Michael's answer. “The company.” Michael looked at his panicking executive assistant coldly and went to the car that was waiting for him, his steps as steady as usual. As Michael's executive assistant, Jonah could only comply with his wishes, so he hurriedly opened the door for Michael. “Please watch your step, Mr. Bennett.” Apparently, he made that report to no avail, and there was nothing he could do to help Eleanor. Jonah closed the door after Michael entered the car, then he got into the passenger seat and told the driver their destination. At the same time, he took furtive glances through the rear-view mirror. The man looked inscrutable as usual. At that moment, his eyes were closed while he was deep in thought. He was always radiating the air of a king, compelling everyone to submit. Right then, Michael snapped out of his trance and stared back into Jonah's eyes. “Find me the woman from last night.” “Huh?” Jonah was caught by surprise, only realizing what Michael was telling him to do a moment later. “Yes,” he quickly replied. Then he took out his laptop and tapped away at the keyboard furiously. A moment later, the hotel corridor's surveillance camera footage showed up. Jonah froze up for a moment when he saw the woman coming out of his boss' room, and he zoomed in to see who she was. The 4k camera caught every little detail, even the panic in her eyes as she came out. He gulped in surprise at what he saw. So this is the woman who slept with Boss last night? Not bad. She's gorgeous with big and bright eyes, and she seems likable—the typical girl-next-door type. So this is what Boss looks for in a woman? His eyes gleamed as he thought the woman looked familiar. Then Jonah quickly took his phone out to scroll through his photos. When he compared the woman in the footage to one particular photo on his phone, his eyes widened in surprise. Oh my god. T-This is... “Is something wrong?” Michael frowned when he received no response from Jonah. I don't remember him being this inefficient before. “Mr. Bennett, are you sure this is the woman who slept with you last night?” Jonah showed him the laptop screen. When he saw her eyes once more, something stirred within Michael, and he was seized by the urge to touch her. His face fell, and he glared at Jonah. “Why did you zoom in so much? That's her.” Having said that, he took the laptop and quickly deleted the footage, including the backup data in the server. She was barely wearing anything! Even though he only saw her in his clothes for a moment, Michael felt a burning desire surging in him, and he got hard again. Damn it. “Mr. Bennett. She's the woman Mrs. Bennett bought.” Jonah showed his photo to Michael, still feeling shocked. That's one coincidence you can only find in romance novels. Michael arched his eyebrow, but it turned into a frown when he saw the photo, and he squinted with a sharp glint in his eyes. So it's her! He let out a smile, but it froze when he remembered what she told him the night before. “I'm not bearing his children. As if I'm going to sleep with a sick old git who's going to die. He's a pervert.” He gritted his teeth as his face fell. Did she call me an old git and a pervert? That's a first. Well, isn't this a coincidence? Some bumbling idiot sent a man to Michael the night before, thinking he was gay, so Michael chased him out. That was when she barged in. Michael intended to tell her to scram too, but for some reason, he felt like giving her a go the moment he saw her eyes. Then Michael was turned on, and they had sex the whole night. He wanted to taste her again the moment he remembered how good it felt, and his breathing turned heavier. But when he realized she could have been taken by someone else the night before, fury burgeoned within him, and his face turned even grimmer. Well, isn't she a brave one? Cursing me right in my face. I wonder how she would react when she finds out who I really am. “To the residence.” He pursed his lips and tossed the laptop aside. Sensing the suffocating atmosphere in the car, he didn't have the guts to ask his boss the reason. Instead, he told the driver to take them to the residence. Thud! The moment Charlotte kneeled, magazines and newspapers were hurled at her. She tried to dodge them but to avail. When the paper cut her forehead, blood oozed out of the wound instantly. “Look what you did. You embarrassed the whole family!” Eleanor roared with rage, slamming her walking cane as she glowered at the young lady kneeling before her. When she noticed the hickeys on Charlotte's neck, she almost got a heart attack. What did I do to get this slut? If it weren't because her birth date's a perfect match with my grandson's, I would have chased her out right now! What a whore! “You're brazen indeed. It hasn't even been a few days since you came here, and now you're already getting involved in a scandal. Do you think the Bennetts are a joke?” Terrified by the murderous intent in Eleanor's eyes, Charlotte didn't even dare to wipe her blood away. She quickly picked up the magazine from the ground, and all the color drained from her face when she saw the photos of her coming out of the suite almost half-naked.