Mistaken shadi

"Miss Norris? I'm President Robinson's assistant. He requests your presence. Please come with me."

Upon seeing Henry, Callie was momentarily stunned. She quickly lowered her gaze to hide the fact that she recognized him.

The last time she had treated someone for an injury on behalf of Gabriel, it was this man who had opened the door. So, he was Shane's assistant? And the injured person was Shane?

"Miss Norris, please." Henry's tone grew firmer when he saw she wasn't moving.

Callie gathered her thoughts and replied, "I have to work."

It was a clear refusal.

She had no desire to see that man.

"Miss Norris, think carefully. Given your current situation, if you upset President Robinson, losing your job would be the least of your worries. It could ruin your entire career as a doctor."

The threat was obvious.

Callie clenched her fists tightly. Her father only provided for the surgery costs; her mother's treatment and care expenses were all covered by her salary. She couldn't afford to lose her job, nor could she give up her career as a doctor.

She had no choice but to agree to go with Henry!

"Wait a moment, I need to call the hospital to take a leave," she said. She went upstairs, made the call, and then placed a scalpel from her drawer into her bag for self-defense.

After quickly packing a few things, she headed downstairs.

Soon, she was taken to an entertainment venue.

Callie had never been to a place like this before.

Everywhere she looked, there were couples clinging to each other and women gossiping in the corners.

"The guy doing business with Shane in the VIP suite on the top floor is said to be a real pervert."

"Is it the same guy who almost killed a girl last time?"

"Yeah, that's him."

"Tsk tsk, I wonder who's the unlucky one this time. As long as it's not us, I'm fine. I heard the girl from last time survived but can't have children anymore. No idea what kind of torture he used to do that."

Callie felt her scalp tingle with fear, especially when she heard Shane's name in their conversation.

Her heart raced, and her palms grew sweaty.

Soon, the elevator stopped.

Seeing her pale face, Henry kindly reminded her, "You know very well how you married President Robinson. If you sign the divorce papers now, you can avoid tonight's ordeal."

Indeed, the Robinson Family owed the Norris Family a favor. When the Norris Family made their request, the Robinson family couldn't refuse. However, if Callie agreed to the divorce, the matter would be settled.

Callie looked at Henry, her body trembling slightly. If she could refuse, she wouldn't have stepped into the Robinson Family's door in the first place.

She wouldn't have given Shane the chance to corner her.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the elevator.

Henry frowned but said nothing more, leading her into a luxurious private room. Under the dim lighting, she immediately spotted Shane sitting on the sofa, along with another man beside him.

"Well, well," the man said as soon as she entered, his eyes unabashedly scanning her from head to toe. "Not bad. Skin as white as porcelain, a slender waist. She'd be soft to hold."

He waved his hand. "Come over here, sit next to me."

Callie looked at Shane.

He leaned back, his legs elegantly crossed, his entire face hidden in the shadows.

She couldn't make out a single expression on his face.

The man stood up and casually draped his arm over her shoulder.

With a sly smile, he asked Shane, "Where did you find her?

She's much more pleasing to the eye than those heavily made-up ladies. This fresh, natural look is just my type."

Shane remained silent and didn't stop the man's actions. Was that a tacit approval?

Callie felt a chill run through her heart. She tightened her grip on her bag.

"Do you drink?" the man asked, his hand moving toward her waist.

Disgusted by his touch, she shifted her body away. "No, I don't."

"No problem, I'll teach you." The man poured a full glass of wine and brought it to her lips.

She turned her head to avoid it, but the man pulled her into his arms. She struggled, "Let go of me..."

"Entertaining my guests is part of your job," Shane's body leaned forward, his sharp features more pronounced under the light. He looked up, his pupils calm and his furrowed brows cold and unfeeling. "If you can't do it, then pack your things and get out!"

She had thought he didn't like her, at most treating her like trash, like air.

But she hadn't expected him to be so despicable.

"I'll drink," she said, pushing the man away.

Taking the glass of wine from his hand, she hesitated for a moment before tilting her head back and downing it.

This was her first time drinking.

She drank too quickly, and the alcohol burned its way from her throat to her stomach.

It was both fiery and spicy.

Her delicate brows furrowed, making her look alluring. The man couldn't wait any longer. "President Robinson, should I take her away?"

Callie felt a sudden jolt of fear and instinctively wanted to escape. But the moment she looked up, she met a deep, dark gaze that seemed as black as night. She froze in place. Was this man deliberately trying to humiliate her?

Shane quickly looked away. "Do as you please."

The man grinned and immediately wrapped his arm around Callie. This time, she didn't struggle.

She followed the man out of the private room.

Henry approached. "Miss Norris left with Kane Ortiz... I'm afraid her innocence is at risk. She..."

Although he wanted her to give up and agree to a divorce, he didn't intend for her to actually lose her virtue.

Shane poured himself a drink and downed it in one gulp, his eyes cold and predatory. "Do you think she's that innocent?"

Henry was taken aback, his eyes widening in shock. Could it be that the Norris family was not only greedy but also sent an impure woman?

He suddenly felt a surge of anger. He had even felt a bit of sympathy for Callie.

It hardly seemed worth feeling sorry for her now.

"Even though she knows we're making things difficult for her, she still refuses to initiate the divorce. It looks like she won't give in easily," Henry said.

Does she really want to cling to the Robinson Family?

"President Robinson..."

"Let's go," Shane interrupted, his expression calm, clearly not wanting to hear any more about Callie.

Henry wisely kept quiet and went ahead to open the door to the private room.

Sitting in the car, the fleeting scenery outside passed by quickly, but Shane's mind was filled with the image of that woman willingly leaving with Kane.

She knew exactly what would happen, yet she still agreed?

That woman...

"Turn around."

Henry was momentarily stunned but quickly understood and immediately turned the car back toward the club.

However, they didn't find her at the club; they were told she had left.

Shane Robinson's face darkened as he ordered Henry to head back to the villa.

But she wasn't at the villa either; it was clear Callie hadn't returned yet.

"Go find..."

Just as Shane began to speak, the door opened, and Callie's voice followed.

"Mrs. Ford..."

Callie wasn't much of a drinker; just one glass had her feeling tipsy. If it weren't for the calm and self-control her profession demanded, she might not have made it back at all.

However, there stood Mrs. Ford, hesitant to move forward.

"Mrs. Ford..."

As she called out again, she finally noticed the man standing in the living room.

Hadn't he thrown her to that sleazy guy? Why did he show up again? To laugh at her?

Ha!

"Shane Robinson?" She pointed at the man exuding a menacing aura. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but her courage had swelled, and fear was a foreign concept to her at that moment. "You—you're such a jerk!"

Shane's face darkened instantly.

Henry and Mrs. Ford kept their heads down, not daring to breathe loudly.

Callie staggered her way over, grabbing Shane's tie and yanking him toward her. "Do you think I actually wanted to marry you? Do you think you're some kind of god?"

The overwhelming smell of alcohol made Shane frown continuously, a hint of anger flickering in his eyes.

He swiftly grabbed her wrist. "I think you've lost your mind."

What kind of woman would follow any man?

He wanted her to back off, but she was as stubborn as a mule, refusing to let go.

When Callie followed Kane, he regretted it. This woman, no matter what, was his wife in name. The thought of her being tainted disgusted him.

"You're the crazy one." Callie's hands were restless, tearing at him recklessly under the influence of alcohol.

Revenge for letting that man take advantage of her!

Shane's face turned completely cold as he grabbed her wrist and dragged her upstairs.

Callie tried to break free, "Let go of me, let go of me..."

Bang!

The bedroom door was kicked open, and Shane threw her inside.

Callie lost her balance and fell to the ground, hitting her knee. "Ah, mm~" She clutched her knee in pain.

That pained gasp made Shane pause.

That sound...

For a moment, his mind flashed back to that night.

The woman beneath him had made the same pained yet soft moans.

Her voice sounded so much like Belinda?

"Shane Robinson!" Callie looked up at him, her eyes filled with hatred.

This man was not only cruel but also extremely violent.

Her knee was bleeding.

Shane met her gaze, his thoughts snapping back to the present.

He walked in with long strides, narrowing his eyes. "You're not drunk?"

She was drunk.

But her mind was still clear.

She pressed her hands against the floor, trying to stand up.

Her ankle gave way, and she fell again, instinctively grabbing onto something nearby to save herself.

Finally, she managed to steady herself.

Even though it wasn't cold, a chill swept over her.

She slowly looked up.

Shane's deep eyes met hers, but there was no warmth in them.

Callie suddenly realized her hands were clutching his trouser pants.

If it weren't for the belt holding them up, she might have pulled them down. Even so, Shane, usually so clean and neat in his suit, now looked rather disheveled.

Callie quickly let go.

The fabric of his trouser pants was wrinkled and bunched up around his thighs.

She averted her gaze in a panic. "I didn't mean to."

A cold sneer escaped from Shane's throat. "Really?"

"Of course."

Wait...

She glared at Shane. "What do you mean by that?"

"Don't you know what kind of person you are?"

His question and sarcasm hit Callie right in the heart. He had seen the pills and knew about that night...

Her body trembled slightly at the memory.

But she tried to maintain a calm facade.

She wanted to escape, afraid of being exposed, of being used and humiliated.

"Nothing to say? Do you just throw yourself at any man?" Shane grabbed her by the throat, his eyes dark and menacing. "Tell me, how do you manage to refuse to divorce me while cheating on me at the same time?"

When he spoke, there was a fierce edge to his tone!

Shane Robinson's wife had been with someone else?

This was probably the most humiliating thing he had ever experienced in his life!

Callie was gasping for air, her face, already flushed, turned an even deeper shade of red. Her chest heaved dramatically as she struggled to breathe.

She managed to squeeze out a few syllables from her throat, "Let... go..."

Her desperate struggle caused two buttons on her shirt to pop off, landing on the floor with a small clatter.

Shane's gaze dropped, skimming over her delicate collarbone, and he saw her black lace bra exposed, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her chest...

She tried to breathe, "Mm—"

A stray lock of hair fell loosely by her ear, rising and falling with her breaths, making her look irresistibly alluring...

Realizing he had been staring too long, he quickly averted his eyes.

His throat tightened involuntarily.

He furrowed his brows.

He struggled to control his emotions.

How could he feel any sort of desire for such an indecent woman?

It made him very uncomfortable!

Furious, he threw her onto the bed. At that moment, his anger was directed at himself.

How could he have feelings for such an unworthy woman?

Was he losing his mind?!!

He immediately turned and headed downstairs.

Henry, who was waiting downstairs, saw him and quickly approached. "President Robinson."

Shane didn't say a word and strode out the door.

Henry jogged to keep up.

Once they were in the car, Henry started the engine and drove off, occasionally glancing nervously in the rear-view mirror.

What's gotten into him? Why is he so angry?

Back at the villa.

Callie lay on the bed, gasping for air as oxygen finally returned to her lungs.

She clutched her chest, still shaken by the thought that Shane had almost strangled her.

Ugh—

The alcohol in her stomach, which had been suppressed during her struggle to breathe, now surged back with a vengeance, making her feel very ill.

She rushed to the bathroom and vomited profusely.

After throwing up, she felt much better.

She rinsed her mouth with water from the tap and, without bothering to shower, collapsed back onto the bed.

She was so tired, so sleepy... Slowly, she closed her eyes.

And without realising it, she fell asleep.

The next day.

At Skyreach Corporation.

As soon as Shane entered the company, his secretary approached him. "President Robinson, President Ortiz is looking for you."

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