Deadly Games

Gazing at the young girl's delicate body outlined by her soft curves.

The corners of his mouth involuntarily raised.

However, this was by no means out of pure pleasure, but a deep and hideous laughter.

Like a demon from the dark abyss, it was chilling.

Droplets of water jumped on Lisbeth Dawson's delicate skin.

After a long rinse, her body was as pure as the first snow.

He yanked her up violently.

A force that momentarily threw her off balance.

A hard slam onto the bed ensued.

Lisbeth Dawson was horrified.

Her eyes widened round with fear.

Hands, helplessly waving wildly in the air.

A scream that pierced the room:

"Help! Help! What do you ... you want!"

Her cries for help were filled with despair and fear.

Like a small beast falling into a trap, desperately struggling but with nowhere to escape.

Her shouts startled the door.

Immediately after.

A clear and sharp sound of high heels hitting the ground approached.

Accompanied by the respectful briefing of the person outside:

"Young Master and Miss Dawson are inside, please come in."

The words just fell.

The door was slowly pushed open.

Even though Lisbeth Dawson's vision was obscured.

But it was as if she could feel the intense jealousy and anger of the woman outside the door through the fluctuations in the air.

It was an almost physical aura of jealousy.

Hannah Jones stepped into the room.

What met her eyes was the image of the two of them in disarray, their clothes half-faded.

Her face instantly grimaced.

Anger spread quickly throughout her body like wildfire.

She strides towards the bed.

Ripping Lisbeth Dawson away from Percy Spencer's side with one hand.

The ferocity of that movement.

It seemed to pour out all the resentment and indignation.

Percy Spencer quietly watched all this, without the slightest intention to come forward to stop.

In this instant.

Hannah Jones' hand swung down.

A loud slap landed on Lisbeth Dawson's face.

Pain, instantly swept across her cheeks.

The stinging sensation was like fire:

"Bitch, is seducing my husband your aim?

Despicable! How can you be so shameless! It looks like last night's lesson to you wasn't deep enough!

Today, I'm going to make you understand once and for all."

Saying that, Hannah Jones' voice carried a cold chill as she gently raised her eyebrows and signalled the door.

With her command, several tall and lanky figures entered in response.

Their gazes, swept over Lisbeth Dawson.

A few moments of indifference and cruelty were revealed.

"You six, come in and beat me to death, don't play dead for me! Hmph!" 

There was a sinister edge to Hannah Jones' words.

The hatred for Lisbeth Dawson was deep in her bones.

"Let's go!"

 Before her words fell, she lightly took Percy Spencer's slender arm.

The two figures, with a kind of nobility and indifference like no one else, disappeared outside the door.

Inside the room.

Only left Lisbeth Dawson's lonely figure.

Her eyes were empty and lifeless.

Why was fate so unfair to her?

At the corner of her mouth, a bitter smile curled up.

It was as if she was laughing at her own powerlessness, or mocking this unjust fate.

She violently slammed towards the cold and hard wall next to her.

"Thud!!!"

 A loud sound, like a heavy hammer hitting a drum, shook the entire space.

The loudness of that sound made the bodyguards outside the door instantly alert.

The doorway was violently pushed open, and several figures scurried into the room like lightning.

What met their eyes was the sight of Lisbeth Dawson collapsing limply to the ground, her face as pale as paper, with specks of blood still remaining on the walls.

There was a haunting smell of blood in the air.

These bodyguards, who were usually hard-hearted, could not help but feel their hearts tighten at this moment.

Despite their master's orders being clear, they did not expect the situation to develop to such an extreme.

At the same time.

Inside the office that was richly decorated and displayed supreme power.

Percy Spencer was leisurely flipping through the documents in his hands, his eyes as indifferent as an ancient well.

"Young Master Spencer, Miss Dawson . ...Miss Dawson hit the wall and committed suicide." 

The underling reported apprehensively.

In his voice, there was obvious tension and fear.

Fear of offending this high and mighty young master.

"Dead?" 

Percy Spencer's voice was low and cold, as if the news had no ripple effect on him.

His attention remained fixed on the papers in his hands.

Not even an unwanted glance was given.

"I don't think he's dead, he's still in resuscitation, the doctor said there was a severe concussion." 

"Since he's not dead, tell me shit!" 

Percy Spencer finally looked up, a flash of impatience sweeping across his eyes.

The coldness in his tone made the surrounding temperature seem to drop a few degrees.

The henchmen were even more silenced.

They didn't dare to say half a word anymore.

Percy Spencer's brows were frozen with a trace of displeasure, and there was a huff in his voice.

"If there is still a breath of life left in her, make sure that she is treated as she was before and then returned unharmed. Why all this delay, do you realise that every minute is worth a fortune to me, and a mere five minutes can spin the roulette wheel of hundreds of millions of dollars.

And this briefing by you has easily taken up ten minutes of my precious time.

Hundreds of millions of assets slipped through my fingers like running water.

This loss, have you calculated it?"

That henchman's face turned pale with a swish at the words.

Cold sweat beaded down, and his heart was terrified.

He hurriedly bent his head and apologised.

"I am aware of my mistake and will never do it again, I will leave now."

Since then.

He no longer dared to easily come and report any matters regarding Miss Dawson.

For fear of angering this powerful master again.

However.

Just as the henchman was about to exit.

Percy Spencer suddenly opened his mouth again.

"After she is cured, let her move to Diamond Villa."

For Hannah Jones.

He couldn't say he liked her much, but she was his saviour after all.

He didn't want her to be uncomfortable in this world of brightening and darkening.

At least on the surface.

She was his rightful wife.

Maintaining her honour.

It was also maintaining his own reputation.

"As you wish!"

The men whispered their promises and bowed as they exited, and silence once again returned to the room.

This sudden interlude broke Percy Spencer's original thoughts.

He put down the documents in his hands.

He paced to the spacious and bright floor-to-ceiling windows.

Gazing through the glass, he gazed at the clouds rolling in the distance.

Muttering under his breath:

"Lisbeth Dawson...

Heh, a new round of the game is about to begin again~

Come on, let me guess, Edward Dawson, you old fox, where are you hiding right now?

Oh, that's an intriguing question."

In his heart.

The hatred towards Edward Dawson did not diminish in the slightest due to Lisbeth Dawson's existence.

After all.

Edward Dawson was the culprit that truly caused his sister Anne Spencer's fragrant death.

If not personally end Edward Dawson, for the beloved sister to avenge the hatred, Percy Spencer's heart will always carry the guilt and pain can not be released.

Anne Spencer, the most tender existence in his life.

He will never allow her death to become a tragedy that no one cares about.

He vows to do her justice.

"Lisbeth Dawson, Edward Dawson, and all those men who have been a part of this, not one of you will ever escape this vast net I have woven."

The corner of Percy Spencer's mouth, hooked up a demonic laugh.

In that laugh, there was the desire for revenge and the arrogance of a victor.

"Heh heh heh heh~ The game has begun, and no one will be spared ..."

Lisbeth Dawson recovered and returned home after only one month under the care of the hospital.

Re-stepped into the threshold of Diamond Villa.

Not only has it not lost any of the elegance of the outside world, but it has added a little more elegance and warmth.

Compared with the former residence, it is even more elegant and extraordinary.

The villa is full of classical charm, with delicate wood textures and carved beams and paintings revealing a time-honoured flavour.

It is exactly the place Lisbeth Dawson dreamed of.

Being here, her soul was comforted like never before.

The luxury villa is named after her "Diamond Villa".

What secrets lie behind it, she wonders.

During the days of recuperation.

The blindfold that covered the light was gently removed.

The sunlight poured gently down on them, each ray of light carrying the flavour of rebirth.

However.

This mansion that carried endless warmth and hope.

But I don't know when.

Quietly became her five-year prison cage.

Only at the moment she is still unaware.

Time passes slowly.

A week's time, in the silence and waiting quietly passed.

Until one day.

An uninvited guest arrived.

Breaking the long-standing tranquillity of Diamond Villa.

Outside the door, a middle-aged woman's sharp and irritated voice hit the heart.

"Is that Lisbeth Dawson woman in there? I heard that Percy has already caught her back, let me in quickly, I have to learn about her with my own hands!

Their family, none of them are any good!"

The doorway was violently pushed open by a force.

With a creaking of the door-shaft.

Lisbeth Dawson's vision cleared.

What came into view.

It was Percy Spencer's stepmother, Emily Brown, whose face was twisted with rage.

Before Lisbeth Dawson could react.

Emily Brown had already sprinted forward.

With one hand, she grabbed her by the collar, her out-of-control emotions turning into a hoarse roar:

"You vermin, return my daughter's life!"

It turned out that Emily Brown's goddaughter, Anne Spencer, was like a sister to Percy Spencer's mother.

This deep friendship has naturally been extended to the next generation.

Today, she vows to do justice to this mother-daughter bond.

Even if she has to resort to drastic measures, she will not hesitate to do so.

The entanglements and secrets of those years.

Lisbeth Dawson knew nothing about them.

She bore the blame with a blank face, her heart full of innocence and confusion.

Her eyes were red.

In her voice, there was a little tremor of childishness.

Complainingly, she said to the overbearing woman in front of her:

"Auntie, I really don't know when I caused you to lose your daughter, please let go first! Aiya, it hurts!"

The words were tinged with sobs.

Emily Brown's eyes were as if they were burning with rage.

The elegant noblewoman image she usually maintained instantly collapsed.

She hissed and rebuked:

"You still have the nerve to defend yourself? Your father ..."

Before her words fell, a loud bang interrupted her anger.

The front door had actually been kicked in violently.

Emily Brown jerked back in shock.

A flash of panic instantly flashed across her angry face.

In a stern voice, she questioned, ''Who is so bold as to dare to break into the Spencer Family's territory! Could it be that you are tired of living?!"

However.

When she saw the face of the visitor.

All the anger and rebuke instantly froze on her lips.

Emily Brown's eyes were tinged with fear and unease.

She stared intently at the figure in the doorway.

In her tone, there were more than a few unnatural flattery:

"So it's Percy ah, you're here ..."

This sentence, more like talking to herself.

Wanted to use this light greeting to cover up the apprehension inside.

Recalling the past.

Percy Spencer's mother tragically passed away due to a difficult labour.

Just three days later.

The man became part of the family.

For Percy Spencer, there was a deep-seated resentment towards his nominal stepmother.

Percy Spencer's love for his sister was no less, if not more, than anyone else's.

She saw her sister lose her life to the unbearable injuries she suffered.

The pain and despair of that moment is unimaginable to those who have not experienced it.

He was only in his teens at the time, as if he had been forced to grow up overnight, from an innocent child to a silent, deep-thought teenager.

Everyone in the family could no longer read his mind easily.

And he, too, was unwilling to let anyone touch his inner world.

The hatred in his heart.

It's directed at both the abusers and the parents who failed to protect them - the ones who failed in their duty.

It was their failure.

That led to his sister's tragic fate.