Chapter 4 The Daughter Of My Nemesis

• “Did you say she's your wife?”
• Without a moment's hesitation, Trevor replied, “Yes!”
• The old man stated coldly, “Did you know she's Harold Fleming's daughter?”
• Trevor paused briefly before saying, “I do.”
• The old man's breath hitched, his eyes turning red with anger. “Once your father died, the tradition is for you, his son, to mourn for three years. Now, you have a family business to inherit, so it's understandable if you're eager to get married, but why on earth would you want to marry the daughter of our enemy?”
• “Because...” Trevor paused, unable to openly admit that he wanted to expel his uncle from Fleming Group as soon as possible. Such a confession would disappoint the old man, who had always yearned for familial harmony.
• “How about this for an answer - because he loves me?” Suddenly, the words spilled from Winona's lips.
• The old man, infuriated, stumbled, his cane swinging through the air. “You vixen, it's not your place to meddle in our family affairs!”
• As she saw the heavy dragon-head cane about to strike her, Winona instinctively closed her eyes, bracing for the impending pain. Yet, the pain she anticipated never came.
• Trevor swiftly moved to shield her, letting out a stifled grunt as he took the blow from the cane on her behalf.
• A flicker of surprise flashed in Winona's eyes, but Trevor leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Don't misunderstand. I just don't want my grandfather to know that ours is a contractual marriage.”
• “Trevor... are you all right?”
• Leonard Fleming tossed his cane aside. In the end, he couldn't bear seeing his grandson in pain and gently supported his back with care.
• The well-tailored suit was noticeably creased, revealing a glimpse of the superficial wound beneath.
• Trevor shook his head. “I'm fine, Grandpa. But I'm married now, so I should be able to take over my dad's shares, right?”
• Leonard's face tightened, a scolding forming on the tip of his tongue. But then, he saw the injury on Trevor's back, and he reluctantly said, “We'll wait for the second trial and see how they sentence that murderer!”
• As he spoke, he cast a cool glance at Winona, who was standing there, lost in thought.
• Winona couldn't help but clench her fists, lowering her head to avoid his gaze.
• She didn't believe that her father would take action against Stephen. After all, Shawley Group had been thriving, so it didn't necessarily have to compete with Fleming Group. Besides, who would stay at the scene after committing murder?
• The shocking murder case that had rocked Junbert had only one witness - the chef who prepared the pufferfish. He claimed that it was Harold who had instructed him to leave the pufferfish tetrodotoxin, facilitating the attack on Stephen.
• She didn't believe it.
• A sudden tightness on her hand pulled Winona back to reality. Without looking back, Trevor led her out of Fleming Manor.
• She found herself forced to jog a bit to keep up with the man's pace. Looking up at his clenched jaw, she couldn't help but ask, “What's wrong? Aren't you staying?”
• Trevor scoffed, “Should I stay to watch you get scolded?”
• The chauffeur drove them back to Trevor's residence, a luxurious mansion located at Third Ring Boulevard.
• Despite his unpleasant demeanor, Trevor still arranged a separate bedroom for Winona.
• After taking a bath, Winona changed out of her sweat-soaked clothes. Towel-drying her hair, she made her way down the long corridor toward Trevor's bedroom. She wanted to discuss signing their marriage contract ahead of schedule as she was desperate to secure the ten million for her mother's treatment and also hoped to hire a reliable lawyer for her father's upcoming second trial.
• Through the partially closed bedroom door, Winona could hear the sounds of an argument, causing her to tiptoe closer... However, she then hesitated. It seemed like Trevor was discussing business matters with someone. At the end of the day, she wasn't really his wife, so by rights, she should avoid intruding.
• Winona was just about to leave when suddenly, a phrase drifted into her ear, “Use Winona to force her father to confess...”
• She was shocked, recognizing the one who spoke as Trevor.
• So, his real intention to marry me was this all along? The price of that ten million is Dad's life!
• Winona took two steps back, hastily retreating to her bedroom in a state of panic.
• She couldn't let Trevor succeed!
• Flynn Dunning, Trevor's secretary, flipped through the documents, meticulously reporting, “Mr. Ziegler stated that there's still not enough evidence for the second trial. If Harold continues to deny his guilt, his death sentence might be commuted to life imprisonment. If the Shawley family appeals again, his sentence might be suspended during the third trial.”
• Trevor impatiently drummed his fingers on the table. “Is there no other way?”
• Flynn's eyes darted to the side as he hinted, “Isn't there a solution right next door?”
• Trevor uncomfortably rubbed his fingers. “Are you suggesting that we use Winona to force her father to confess?”
• Although he initially married her with such intentions, when it came down to discussing it openly...
• Trevor shook his head. “Forget it. I don't want to lay a hand on a woman.”
• Hearing that, Flynn shrugged helplessly. “It's not about getting physical; just a mere threat to Harold would suffice.”
• “That still won't do,” Trevor declined. At the mention of Winona, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't turned on the ventilation system in the room he had arranged for her. It might be dusty since it had been uninhabited for a while.
• However, after he had spent quite a while knocking on Winona's door, eventually resorting to having the butler break it open, what he saw was not an unconscious Winona. Instead, he was met with two wide-open windows and a bedsheet tied to the window ledge.
• The butler glanced at Trevor, whose veins on his forehead were throbbing visibly, and shivered slightly. In a soft voice, he asked, “Mr. Trevor, should we call the police?”
• “What do you mean, call the police?” Trevor turned around abruptly, his eyes ablaze with fury, yet his voice remained eerily calm. “Everyone get out there and bring that woman back to me. I'm going to break her legs!” Let's see how she'll run after that!
• The butler bowed his head. “Understood.”
• The atmosphere was thick with tension when Flynn, gripping his phone, burst into the room with excitement. “Mr. Trevor, we've located the woman from that night!”
• “What?” Trevor raised his voice, his anger giving way to a faint glimmer of amusement in his dark eyes. “Who is it?”
• “She's an attendant at Regal Bay Hotel.”