Chapter 12 Go to Hell, Morgan Dixon

• “Why?” Chloe met his eyes steadily. “I believe you know about my relationship with Harry, Mr. Dixon. What do you have to gain from me by doing this?”
• “I know you two are just youngsters with mutual hate for each other who were brought together by force. As for what I could gain from you… What do you think?”
• Chloe wasn’t fond of guessing games like these as well as such whimsical, puzzling situations.
• “I’m just a regular university student, Mr. Dixon. I don’t think I have what you’re looking for, so I’m fully entitled to reject your terms.”
• “Do you really not get it? Oh, Clo…”
• His tone became hurtful and coy all of a sudden. In addition to the tender, grim look in his eyes, Chloe’s heart skipped a beat once again. This man was a drug—once addicted, one was bound to give in to his wills again and again.
• “Perhaps it was too blunt and sudden of me, Clo. Nonetheless, I think you understand what I mean.”
• In truth, she didn’t understand him at all. They had only met a few times, and even though they had interacted through some minor conflicts on every occasion, his attitude toward her had always been a little… inexplicably pampering and gentle.
• Chloe couldn’t bear the thought of it any longer—she didn’t want to.
• “I don’t understand, Mr. Dixon. I’m a human and I have every right to refuse your request. Please let go of me now.”
• The more she panicked, the more miserable she looked like a helpless kitten.
• However, Morgan didn’t surrender to her demands; not only did he not let her go, he even proceeded to hug her tighter.
• “All right, I won’t force you,” he suddenly complied. “I can help you, though.”
• Chloe stiffened. What does he mean by that?
• She stared suspiciously into his dark eyes and asked carefully, “What does that mean?”
• “You don’t like Harry and he doesn’t like you either, right?”
• Is he saying that he’s able to call off the marriage?
• Catching the suspicion in her eyes, Morgan let go of her and retracted his arms before swiftly lifting his finger near her face, smoothing out her messy hair. His gesture seemed well-practiced and rather slick.
• “Be my assistant for two months and consider it done.”
• “How are you going to do it?” Chloe was still doubtful of his words. If she really canceled the wedding, what would Yasmin do to her mother?
• “No way. I can’t call it off,” said Chloe as she jolted all of a sudden. She started muttering denials under her breath out of panic.
• Meanwhile, Morgan studied the woman as her face clouded over all of a sudden. He was confused at the abrupt change in her attitude. Could she be lying about her feelings for Harry?
• His gaze darkened at the thought and his eyes flashed momentarily.
• “If you can’t cancel the wedding, does it mean that you really want to marry him? Do you like him?”
• Chloe raised her chin and looked at him blankly. There was a complicated look in her eyes that Morgan couldn’t completely comprehend—he couldn’t figure out what she was thinking.
• “I’m sorry, but I really can’t promise you. You should find someone else, Mr. Dixon. I’m not the only top student in the Department of Biology—there are many others who are more outstanding than me. I’m not the best.”
• “But you’re the only one I want.”
• Morgan’s reply came just as her words left her mouth.
• He crossed his arms over his chest; the air around him had changed and he was no longer the kind, elegant man that he was just moments ago. Chloe looked up at him cautiously, for she could feel his sudden shift in energy as well—his eyes had become sharper and his body exuded a commanding aura.
• “What do you want?”
• “If you refuse, I believe I can make sure you never graduate from this university.”
• A simple sentence struck Chloe like lightning—she was petrified!
• Unable to graduate?!
• Right now, she wanted nothing more than to graduate and to be able to escape from the treacherous Tillman Family!
• Chloe gnashed her teeth. The look on her face turned into a resentful scowl, but she couldn’t do anything about it.
• “Believe me when I say that I can do it.” He shrugged.
• “You really are a lunatic!” Chloe seethed through gritted teeth. Her eyes that glared spitefully at him became red-rimmed, and it looked as though she was gawking at her enemy.
• “I just want you to be my assistant, Clo—that’s all I want. Why can’t you promise me? I wouldn’t have needed to threaten you if you simply agreed, right?”
• Chloe let out a scoff and her face remained cold. “Sure! Be your assistant, huh? No problem! I’ll be sure to serve you well for the next two months, Mr. Dixon!”
• The amount of fury and hate embedded in her words were immeasurable; just from the sound of it, Morgan could already see himself being punched to death in her eyes.
• “That’s great. I look forward to working with you,” he said as he reached out a hand in front of her and offered a handshake.
• On the contrary, Chloe’s eyes darted to his slender outstretched hand. She then scoffed mockingly before giving him a side eye and turned to leave.
• The door slammed shut with an earth-shattering bang!
• With his arms folded, Morgan stared that the vibrating door and chuckled uncontrollably. What a temper she has! How is she going to confront her enemies with her habit of blatantly expressing all her emotions on her face? Indeed, she’s still young and immature.
• When the chancellor stepped through the door again, Morgan was standing by the window alone. Seeing that he was standing tall and looking at the view outside, Howard walked quietly to his side, peering through the window and following his line of vision. Below, a slim figure stomped aggressively down a path.
• “She’s agreed to it, am I correct?” Howard asked.
• Morgan turned around with a smile. “I’ll be moving to the faculty residence tomorrow and officially start my work, Mr. Pearson.”
• “Good, good! I really appreciate it. Not only have you just returned from overseas, you’re managing the Dixon Group and even helping me out. Thank you, Morgan.”
• Morgan’s smile was sweet yet distant. “It’s nothing.”
• In truth, every move he made was calculated with his own reasons and goals; he wasn’t one to waste his precious time and effort on anything that didn’t benefit his needs.
• Meanwhile, Chloe stormed out of the office in anger; the simmering rage in her chest was about to explode!
• How shameless! How utterly shameless!
• Morgan was shamelessly threatening her! F*ck! How foolish of me to think that he’s a good person! Sh*t! He’s nothing but a beast behind a human mask—not just any beast, but the most cruel and cunning one to ever exist!
• Yes, he’s a wily old fox in the form of a man!
• Morgan had unexpectedly threatened her with the one thing she had wanted the most, leaving her no choice but to comply. Very well. An assistant, right? Be my guest!
• She had initially rejected him to avoid any unnecessary troubles—after all, nobody liked to be inconvenienced!
• However, since he deliberately made matters worse for her, she had no reason to hold back anymore! She would definitely do her ‘best’ to serve him well!!
• “Go to hell, Morgan Dixon!”
• Smoldering with resentment, Chloe cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled heavenward as she stood in the field. Damn, I feel so much better now.
• On the other hand, Morgan stopped in his tracks all of a sudden and frowned slightly. Someone seemed to be screaming his name in fury somewhere far away.