After five years apart, I reunited with Lucas Thorne. His business was thriving, and his love life flourishing. He toured the mall arm in arm with his fiancée, surrounded by admirers. Seeing me in my plain work uniform, he smiled with a hint of mockery: “Evelyn Shaw, your retribution has finally come.” To seek revenge and torment me, he stopped at nothing. But later, with bloodshot eyes and hands covered in scars, he knelt before me crying: “Can we go back to the way things were?” I swayed my high heels and replied, “Of course not.” Lucas Thorne is now the most prominent figure in Ocean City’s business circle, wielding immense power and influence. At the ribbon-cutting ceremony for the new shopping mall, Lucas’s handsome face stands out strikingly. Tall and slender, impeccably dressed in a suit, his cold eyes sweep across the crowd. His fiancée, Olivia White, clings to his arm, flashing a gracious smile at the reporters. She’s wearing an elegant white dress, the epitome of a refined beauty. Suddenly, Lucas’s gaze fixes on me, his eyes piercing and cold. He walks towards me, his voice low and calm: “Long time no see, Evelyn.” His voice isn’t loud, but my heart still skips a beat. I keep my head down and say, “Welcome, Mr. Thorne.” Olivia leans on his shoulder, asking gently, “Lucas, is this your friend?” “Evelyn Shaw, heiress to the Shaw Group, once a top socialite. She was the princess of the entire Capital City, no one dared to cross her back then.” He pauses, letting out a brief, cold laugh. “But now, the Shaw Group has gone bankrupt. Her pride and status are gone.” “Oh, I see.” Olivia nods in understanding, not pursuing the topic further. She changes the subject, “Lucas, shall we go for Japanese cuisine?” “You go ahead, I’ll join you shortly.” Lucas and Olivia kiss goodbye in front of me. After everyone around has been cleared away by Lucas’s security, he suddenly pins me against the hard wall. “Come, let me have a look at you.” “Lucas, let go…” My weak struggle causes my collarbone to form a deep hollow. Lucas’s fingers slide down from my shoulder, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touch. He asks me meaningfully: “How have you been, Evelyn? Where’s that Miss Shaw who used to humiliate me with her money? Thanks to you, I’m doing very well now.” My eyes sting, and I slowly clench my fists. “Actually, back then I…” “Are you showing up in front of me now just to disgust me?” The sarcasm in his words makes my heart tremble, and I can’t utter another word. I never told him that back then, I was in debt of hundreds of millions, attempted suicide, and broke up with him because I didn’t want to drag him down.
Lucas’s gaze falls back on my face. “The Shaw Group collapsed, your father died in his office, and you have no source of income. If you need money, I can help you. As much as you want. But on the condition that it’s kept secret, no commitments, just to satisfy physical needs.” He shamelessly looks me up and down, his words direct. My breathing tightens slightly as I look at this man who grew up with me but has now changed beyond recognition. I firmly refuse: “Impossible!” All these years, I’ve struggled to live, just so that when I meet Lucas again one day, I won’t be so miserable. Yet he wants me to sell myself, to be his mistress! Lucas lets out a light laugh, showing impatience. He leans close to my ear: “How noble of you. Evelyn, don’t think about running away. I can catch you no matter where you go, even to the ends of the earth.” “You want… revenge on me?” “Heh.” Lucas seems to laugh at my obvious question. Just then, his phone rings. He lets go of me and walks to the side to answer it, his tone gentle: “I’m coming now. Bring her? Alright, got it.” Hanging up the phone, Lucas’s cold gaze falls on me. “Olivia wants to see you. If you don’t want to lose this job, you know what to say and what not to say.” He says this without a trace of mercy. I lower my eyes and say, “Mr. Thorne and I have no relationship.” I arrive at the entrance of the Japanese restaurant. Olivia waves me over: “Come in.” As I walk over, I hear Lucas pointing at a wedding photo on his phone saying, “This one.” Olivia rests her cheek on Lucas’s shoulder, saying softly, “I want to tell Dad that the man I love most has fulfilled all his promises to me!” After sending the message, she unhurriedly raises her head to scrutinize me: “So beautiful. Lucas, is this the type of woman you men like best?” “What type?” “Good figure, youthful looks.” “It’s nothing special.” “If she were willing to be with you now, would I still be Mrs. Thorne today?” Lucas doesn’t want to discuss this topic, his brows furrowing. Unexpectedly, Olivia suddenly asks: “Have you two slept together?” Her gaze is fixed intently on Lucas, not missing the slightest change in his expression. Lucas takes a sip of wine, his expression indifferent: “No.” I also say: “No. Mr. Thorne and I have no relationship.” Olivia frowns as she looks us both over. “Then I’ll go back to work.” Just as I’m about to leave, Olivia suddenly calls out to me: “Wait a moment.” “That outfit you’re wearing looks like the H brand’s classic limited edition? Over a hundred thousand dollars. There are only two in Ocean City, one with me and the other with my cousin. Where did you get yours?” “Mine is a replica, just a few hundred dollars.” Olivia smiles, speaking slowly: “You’re so vain. If you met someone who didn’t know better, they might actually believe you could afford a hundred-thousand-dollar outfit. What level are you to wear the same as me? Even fakes are not allowed!” She takes out five hundred dollars in cash from her bag and places it on the table. “I’ll give you money, you cut up this outfit.” As she speaks, two people come up to strip off my clothes. When they’re about to cut with scissors, one of them suddenly trembles, “Miss White, this… is the one from Capital City. It’s genuine.” Olivia’s expression changes. Lucas, however, remains calm. He takes out a blank check from his pocket, signs a number, then throws it on the ground. “Miss Shaw doesn’t have occasions to wear such clothes anymore. It’s better to exchange it for money. I’ll buy this outfit.” I bend down to pick up the check, my fingertips pressing slightly. Ten thousand. Lucas looks at Olivia, his tone indulgent: “Cut it.” “Aren’t we bullying her?” Olivia asks. “How could we? We’ve paid for it.” I remain silent, my nails digging into my palm, painfully. Behind me comes the sound of fabric being torn. The top-quality hand-woven fabric turns into shreds under the scissors. Pearls scatter, covering the ground. Coincidentally, at this moment, several of Olivia’s acquaintances enter the restaurant, amusedly looking at my disheveled state. Then they pass by me, saying: “You two are engaged, right? If there’s good news, remember to let us know.” Olivia smiles shyly, “Lucas says the baby is already in his plans, so there should be good news soon.” Their conversation is joyful, no one noticing me in the middle, wearing thin clothes and freezing cold.
Lucas hates me so much, I thought yesterday would be our last interaction. The next day, as soon as the mall’s closing time arrived, I quickly changed clothes, put on lipstick, and prepared to go to the KTV for my night shift. Suddenly my phone rang, a message came in: “7 PM, parking lot, space F0888.” I vaguely felt it was Lucas, and went to the parking lot with a nervous heart. Unexpectedly, a pair of silver high heels walked out from around the corner, the tone unfriendly: “So it’s you. Are you still pining for my fiancé?” “Miss White, you misunderstand.” Olivia snorted, “Misunderstand? He told me, you were his first love. Now you’re short on money, and he’s rich. It’s hard for me not to suspect you have ulterior motives appearing around him.” “But let me tell you, you can’t squeeze in. He bought an island named after me, his first words after ringing the bell at the NYSE were about marrying me. He eats the food I like, wears the clothes I like.” “Do you know how long he comforted me the night you appeared?” Just then, a Rolls-Royce drove up, the window lowered, and a deep male voice came: “Olivia, who are you talking to?” Olivia put away her scornful expression and switched to a gentle face: “Miss Shaw somehow knows your parking spot. Is she looking for you?” Lucas got out of the car, his gaze falling on me, “How did you know about this place?” I was about to say: You sent a message telling me to come. But seeing Olivia looking at us, I ultimately didn’t say it out loud, only saying, “I was passing by.” “You can come up with such a low-level excuse?” Lucas frowned, he’s tall, looking down at me with lowered eyelids, “In the future, appear less in front of Olivia, she’ll overthink things.” Olivia leaned against the car door, arms folded, casually saying, “Who knows if she’s doing it on purpose, deliberately flaunting in front of me. She was just telling me about your past.” “I didn’t!” Suddenly a large hand tightened around my neck. “Evelyn, how dare you, aren’t you ashamed.” The next second, Lucas released me, throwing me to the side. I gasped for air, the corners of my eyes tinged with blood red, the pain in my chest coming in waves. “You’ve changed a lot over the years, deaf and blind.” My words struck Lucas to the core, his face stiffening. Olivia spoke up: “Lucas, fire her.” I dug my fingertips into my palm. Lucas was silent for a moment before answering: “Alright.” I pulled a self-mocking smile at the corners of my mouth: “You clearly know I need this job.” He replied coldly: “What does that have to do with me?” He and Olivia got in the car, not even glancing at me, throwing down a sentence: “Evelyn, this is your retribution.” Those two intimate silhouettes were a perfect couple that no one could come between. Heh, I let out a light sneer. I suddenly realized that in Lucas’s eyes, my dignity didn’t matter. I was just a little toy for him to use to please his sweetheart. The car lights came on, and as it started, I also turned away. I took out my phone and swiftly blocked the number that had sent the message.
I finished my night shift absent-mindedly, feeling empty when I walked out the door. Lily would bring breakfast and wait for me at the entrance of White Night every day. When the Shaw family went bankrupt, all my friends in the circle avoided me. Only Lily stood by me in my most difficult time, accompanying me through the hardest first three years. I finished the breakfast, closed the lunch box, and handed it back to her, “Thank your mom for me.” “You only eat one meal a day… if my mom knew, she’d definitely scold me. You don’t earn little from that daytime job, can’t you afford to eat lunch?” “It’s gone.” “What?” “That daytime job is gone.” I took a deep breath, “Lily, I met Lucas.” With a “clang”, the lunch box fell to the ground. Lily’s lips trembled violently, “How could you two still cross paths? Evelyn… you should leave Ocean City quickly.” “I know him, there’s no escaping.” The Shaw Group’s competitors had once spread word in Capital City, forbidding large companies from hiring me, and small companies were even more afraid to be associated with me. I had no choice but to come to Ocean City, only to run into Lucas as soon as I arrived. Finding a job became very difficult. I had to go to the gate of an international elementary school to hand out business cards, “I graduated from the National Academy of Fine Arts, I can tutor children in painting. Please contact me if needed.” Not far away, a figure came running, a pink skirt flying in the air, opening a black luxury car and climbing in. Someone by the car took the schoolbag. I looked up. My gaze met with that person looking over. That face was stunningly handsome. Slightly upturned eyes, a cold yet passionate eye shape. A black sweater covered his Adam’s apple, supported by broad shoulders. The ascetic outfit gave him an unapproachable nobility. I handed him a business card. This person’s car was very expensive. His watch, also very expensive. So families like this are willing to pay for useless yet expensive hobbies. That slender hand with distinct knuckles played with my business card, his lazy and casual gaze looking at me, “My sister doesn’t like painting. Sorry.” I turned to leave. At this moment, a doll-like little girl popped her head out of the car window, “It’s not that I don’t like painting, I just don’t like that teacher.” I turned back to meet those slightly upturned passionate eyes, pleading, “I can give a free trial lesson.” Half an hour later, I was sitting in the living room of a mansion waiting for the final result. The man walked down the spiral staircase leisurely with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a coffee cup, “Ava likes you very much. Let’s start from next week then.” After walking out of this house, I finally learned the identity of this employer. Ethan Hawke, from the Hawke family, a famous aristocratic family in the financial circle, with countless capital alliances behind them, their financial empire as solid as a fortress. He was temporarily residing in Ocean City to accompany his sister Ava’s studies.
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