Chapter 7

#Chapter 7

Wendy looked at me as if I were a complete idiot.

"Oh honey, are you stupid? The money is compensation. I brought you to a high-end place this time. Most people here are important figures. They're afraid we might hold them accountable, so it's hush money."

"Don't worry. Why would I ever harm you? We've known each other for years."

Her words made sense. Trusting her completely, I didn't overthink it.

"By the way, where have you been all these days? You haven't been home."

Wendy kept checking her bank account on the phone without looking up. "I've started a small business recently. Been out for networking events at night."

"Alright. Tyler is coming over to my place this weekend. Want to join? Should we invite a few more handsome guys?"

She froze at my words. Her face changed color as if she wanted to say something.

"What's wrong? Isn't this good?"

I initially thought she disliked Tyler spending time with me since he was her companion. But she quickly waved her hand with a forced smile.

"No... but I have plans this weekend. Can't make it. You guys have fun. Oh Chloe, I have something to handle now. Gotta run. Bye."

She hurriedly put on her clothes and rushed out.

Her slightly panicked demeanor felt off.

But she always played wildly. Since college, she navigated various social circles. She never shared details, and I didn't want to pry.

Sure enough, downstairs, I saw her in a new uniform, hugging and laughing with middle-aged men before entering another room.

I shook my head helplessly.

Wendy was becoming too bold. Her behavior grew increasingly excessive.

Group activities? I couldn't even imagine.

With that thought, I abandoned the idea of confronting her.

Then I turned and left.

Saturday arrived quickly.

I applied a full face of makeup. Wore the new uniform and stockings I bought online. Drew all the curtains to create a dim, intimate ambiance. Everything was ready for Tyler's arrival.

I had just laid down to rest when my phone rang.

It was a hidden number. Hesitating, I answered.

"Chloe Anderson? Your friend Wendy Lowell has defaulted on her online loan. We can't reach her. You better warn her to repay immediately. Or we'll take legal action."

My heart skipped a beat.

Wendy didn't work, but her husband's annual income reached millions. More than enough for her lavish lifestyle. Why would she need online loans?

But the details sounded specific. I couldn't ignore it. I agreed to pass the message, planning to visit her that evening.

Shortly after hanging up, Tyler arrived.

He wore a sleeveless workout tank today. A collar-like necklace adorned his neck. He looked even handsomer since our last meeting.

His physique appeared more defined.

I rushed forward and embraced him. Planted a passionate kiss on his cheek.

"Missed you so much."

Tyler didn't respond. He scooped me up with one arm, closed the door, and pinned me against the wall.

The cold surface provided dual stimulation.

Perhaps I had never experienced such thrill before. Watching his eager expression, I felt equally excited. We continued for a full hour before stopping.

Tyler seemed unsatisfied.

After a short break, he pulled me straight to the balcony.

Our Beverly Hills mansion featured floor-to-ceiling windows.

The bedroom windows faced the street, visible to pedestrians. Fearful of being seen, I struggled to move back inside.

But Tyler remained unconcerned. He not only opened the curtains but pressed me against the glass.

"Tell me, sister. What would your neighbors think if they saw you like this?"

I soon surrendered. Perhaps the novelty of this excitement overwhelmed me. Watching the passing cars below, I felt both nervous and terrified. My body became increasingly sensitive.

Tyler clearly enjoyed it too. He prolonged the session before finally releasing me.

After finishing, he got up to shower.

I looked at his clothes scattered messily on the bed. A slight embarrassment washed over me.

Ethan always dressed in business attire. Maybe I should buy him some casual clothes like these.

I reached for his T-shirt, intending to place it on a nearby chair.

But a clattering sound interrupted. His necklace had fallen to the floor.

I quickly bent down to retrieve it. Noticed a mechanical device lying beside the necklace.

Curious, I picked up the object.

Tyler emerged from the shower.

His expression initially remained tender. But upon seeing me holding his necklace, his face darkened instantly.

"Why are you touching my things without permission?"