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The room was luxurious, but the lighting was dim and oppressive.

Susie stood there, staring intently at the handsome, tall man before her, her heart churning with extreme disgust and hatred.

William.

Everyone outside praised him as flawless, born into a top aristocratic family, elegant in temperament, and exceptionally talented, making him the ideal partner pursued by countless noble ladies.

But only Susie knew that beneath this glamorous exterior lay the most selfish and vicious twisted face.

Just now, William threatened her family and lover to force her to compromise, completely shattering his gentlemanly mask that he had been pretending for many years.

Susie's pent-up anger overwhelmed her reason. Her eyes reddened, she stared directly at William, and retorted sharply.

"William, you're a complete monster! You're worse than an animal!"

This angry rebuke pierced William's heart like a needle.

His already cold and stern face was instantly covered with a layer of bone-chilling ice, and his eyes were fierce and terrifying.

"You bitch! How dare you insult me?"

Before he could finish speaking, William suddenly raised his hand and slapped Susie hard across the face.

“Pah!”

A crisp, loud slap suddenly exploded in the deathly silent room, extremely jarring.

The force of the impact knocked the frail Susie to the ground. Her fair cheeks immediately swelled up, a burning pain shooting through her nerves. Her glasses also came off and slid a considerable distance across the floor.

Pain, humiliation, and anger gripped Susie's heart.

But she gritted her teeth, didn't utter a sound, and didn't shed a single tear.

She pushed herself up from the ground, silently bent down to pick up her glasses, casually wiped the dust off the lenses with her sleeve, and then put them back on her face.

After doing all this, Susie slowly raised her head, a cold smile curling on her face.

She raised her finger, pointed to her intact cheek, and stared directly at the enraged William, her tone defiant and provocative.

"Well played!"

"I still have half my face left, go ahead and hit me if you dare!"

After saying that, Susie took a step forward and approached William without fear.

Even if he beats her to death here today, she will never compromise!

William stood rooted to the spot, his deep eyes fixed on Susie, the chill emanating from him almost freezing the entire room. In his twenty-odd years of life, no one had ever dared to provoke him like this, and no woman had ever dared to provoke him into doing the same after he had slapped her.

Seeing that he hesitated to make a move, Susie's mockery deepened, and she took another step forward.

The distance between them instantly closed to just a few centimeters, their noses almost touching, their breaths mingling, and they could hear each other's heartbeats.

Just as she was about to make a sound to continue provoking William, a strong, sweet, metallic taste suddenly welled up deep in her throat, and she felt a hard, foreign object in her mouth.

Susie frowned deeply, immediately turned her head, opened her palm, and forcefully spat downwards.

"Pooh!"

The dim light fell on her palm, revealing the glaring crimson bloodstains. In the center of the blood, a white tooth, streaked with blood, lay quietly.

That slap was so hard it knocked out one of her teeth.

The excruciating pain of her torn gums was piercing, but Susie showed no sign of pain on her face, only indifference.

She raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her lips, looked up again at the arrogant man in front of her, and sneered.

"William, you'd better just kill me today, or I'll despise you forever!"

The blunt words caused a surge of anger to rise in William's eyes, and he raised his hand again.

Muscles were taut, and veins bulged on arms.

As the second slap was about to land, Susie did not flinch.

She stared into his eyes, silently awaiting the slap that would fall.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The second hand of the wall clock ticked away, its sound particularly clear in the quiet room.

William's hand, suspended in mid-air, did not fall for a long time.

A full minute passed.

The ferocity and rage in his eyes gradually faded, and his raised hand slowly fell to his side.

The turbulent emotions on his face completely subsided, and he returned to his indifferent and cold demeanor, as if his outburst of anger had never occurred.

He looked at Susie, who was disheveled and stubborn, and spoke in a flat tone.

"Susie, this is the last time I'm telling you, recognize your situation."

"As long as you behave and cooperate with me, and marry me, it will be the best outcome for you, for me, and for both our families. Your boyfriend's family will also be able to live peacefully without any problems."

"I admit, I admire your personality; you're stubborn and never give up."

"But don't be too willful. Don't let your momentary stubbornness cause all the people you care about to suffer as well."

"Think carefully about your parents, your newborn brother who is still very young, and your boyfriend who has a bright future."

Every word was a threat.

He understood Susie's weaknesses perfectly and was certain that she would never be so heartless as to implicate her family and loved ones.

After saying this, William stopped looking at her and turned to walk towards the wardrobe in the corner of the room.

Opening the cabinet door, one finds it filled with haute couture gowns.

He took out an exquisitely designed, bright red long evening gown, which was clearly expensive and specially designed and made for tonight's banquet.

William returned with the dress in his hand and casually tossed it onto a nearby chair.

He glanced down at the watch on his wrist, his tone utterly indifferent.

"The banquet will officially begin in half an hour. Think it over carefully. Once you've made up your mind, change into your dress yourself."

He pointed to the dressing table not far away.

"There are no cosmetics there. Do it yourself and cover up the wounds on your face."

"We're going to a banquet later, and I don't want anyone to see you looking like this, to gossip about you, or to make you a laughingstock. Don't embarrass me, William."

After explaining everything, William turned and walked towards the door.

The room remained oppressive.

He grasped the cold doorknob, turned it gently, and the door was slowly pushed open.

Susie stood still the whole time, silently watching his back.

Just as William was about to step out of the room, his cold voice rang out again.

"I've already had your boyfriend's whole family released."

"If you don't believe me, you can call and confirm it now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door clicked shut.

The huge room fell into a deathly silence instantly, as if even the air itself had frozen.

The dim light enveloped the lonely Susie, whose figure was thin and frail, and she remained motionless in place for a long time.

The redness and swelling on her face, the excruciating pain in her mouth, the lost teeth, and the humiliation she felt—a thousand emotions were building up inside her, making her feel cold all over.

After a long silence, she slowly raised her gaze and looked down at the striking red dress on the chair.

Finally, she dragged her tired and disheveled body over like a walking corpse.

……

Meanwhile, the villa's long corridor.

After leaving the room, William did not go to the bustling banquet hall.

He walked through the long, ornate corridor until he reached the very end, where he stopped in front of a door.

He raised his hand and gently knocked on the door three times.

A deep, respectful voice rang out:

"Father."

From inside the door came a strange, effeminate male voice: "Come in."

William hesitated for a moment outside the door, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, before pushing the door open and going inside.

The study is very spacious, with tall solid wood bookshelves lining all four walls, and books neatly arranged.

He walked straight in through the aisle in the middle of the bookshelf and finally stopped in front of an antique-style desk.

A man in white sat upright in the chair behind the desk.

The man, with light makeup and a delicate, handsome face, was none other than William's father, Wei Lin.

This seemingly gentle and scholarly man was not reading or working at the moment; instead, he was holding a needle and thread and was focused on embroidering.

On the snow-white silk, a portrait was beginning to take shape; the eyebrows, features, and expression were clearly those of William.

Wei Lin didn't look up the entire time, his fingers deftly moving the needle and thread, his movements gentle and focused, as he slowly spoke:

"Lian'er, how did your talk with that girl from the Su family go? Did you accidentally hurt her?"

William lowered his eyes, his attitude respectful, not daring to hide anything: "She refused to cooperate, and I couldn't help but slap her."

As he spoke, his gaze unconsciously swept over the computer screen next to the desk.

The screen was displaying live footage of his room, from every angle with no blind spots, clearly showing Susie's every move.

No one would have guessed that this seemingly glamorous genius had no private space at home.

The bedroom, study, bathroom, music room, and hallway—all private areas—are equipped with hidden cameras that are synchronized in real time to Weilin's mobile phone and computer.

For more than twenty years, his every word and action has been under his father's constant surveillance.

In the surveillance footage, Susie is raising her hand to unbutton her coat, preparing to change into the red dress.

Wei Lin's gaze also fell on the screen. His originally gentle brows furrowed suddenly, his eyes filled with malice and meanness, and his tone completely changed.

"Shameless vixen."

"They can't even find a secluded place to change clothes, how despicable and pretentious."

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and clicked the mouse to close the monitoring page.

The computer screen went completely black instantly.

William withdrew his gaze, his face remaining calm, devoid of curiosity, excitement, or the disappointment of having his view interrupted.

From childhood to adulthood, he had long been accustomed to all his father's twisted and perverse actions, and had become numb to them.

William's fingers continued embroidering without stopping, and the outline of William's neck was now fully embroidered on the silk.

He spoke slowly, "Take this girl from the Su family as soon as possible and marry her."

"Only through marriage will the Su family wholeheartedly support you and you will be able to obtain the divine gift left by the Su family's ancestors."

"With this, you'll have the leverage to outdo that royal girl and go all the way."

"I understand, Father." William nodded obediently, then thought of Chu Ge and asked, "I heard that 'Alice' is here tonight too. Will she pose a threat to my future plans?"

Wei Lin chuckled lightly, his tone full of disdain:

"I've heard her play; the music is good, but her personal foundation is lacking. She poses no threat to you whatsoever, so don't worry about her."

His tone suddenly shifted, becoming drawn out and tinged with greed:

"However, this girl also possesses a divine gift within her body."

"If you have the chance tonight, try to win her over. Whether by force or trickery, seizing the opportunity within her will be a huge boost to your chances of winning the championship."

William lowered his eyes slightly and replied in a deep voice, "Yes, son remembers."

The study fell into a long silence, with only the faint sound of needle and thread moving about, eerily quiet.

After a moment, William spoke up and asked, "Father, if there are no other instructions, I will go to the hall now. The banquet is about to begin."

"Okay, go ahead." Wei Lin replied indifferently without even looking up.

William bowed, turned around, and walked towards the study door.

Just as his hand was about to touch the doorknob, the authoritative, effeminate voice came again, carrying an undeniable command.

"Lian'er."

"Come to my bedroom after the banquet tonight."

"Remember to wash yourself clean, change into the clothes I specially prepared for you last time, and spray on the perfume I gave you."

"Your uncles and elders are all at the old house tonight, let's all get together. Don't forget."

These few words convey an indescribable, distorted relationship.

With his back to the man, William's handsome and composed face suddenly flashed with an extremely intense and sinister aura.

It happened in the blink of an eye, unnoticed by anyone.

He took a deep breath, suppressing all the disgust and hatred in his heart, and bowed his head to answer respectfully.

"Yes, Father, I understand."

The door opened slowly and then closed gently.

In the dimly lit study, only the man in white sat alone at the table, his hands deftly embroidering William's likeness, stitch by stitch...