CEO's Revenge Game

Flora was pressed down on the seat by someone, shouting angrily, "Who are you? Why are you kidnapping me?! Hey!" The men seemed oblivious to her shouts and ignored her completely. Their mission was simply to apprehend her, so they had no intention of engaging in conversation. After shouting for a while and realizing they would not pay any attention to her, Flora turned her gaze toward the window. Outside the window, the passing scenery was unfamiliar to her, and they seemed to be getting further and further away from familiar territory. Fear began to well up inside her. They hadn't said a word, and she wondered where they were taking her. The car veered onto a winding mountain road, with a vast expanse of ocean to the right. Despite the magnificent view, Flora had no interest in admiring it. Her mind was consumed by worry about what was to become of her. After almost an hour of driving, the car finally slowed down and entered a large mansion. By this time, the sky had started to d

Flora struggled to open her eyelids, not because she was intimidated by him, but because she was eager to see the man who had tortured herself like this!At that moment of opening her eyelids, finally... she saw it! It was a man so handsome that it could make anyone scream, and so cold that it could send shivers down one's spine. However, why did she feel a bit familiar?She remembered it was the man she had seen on the street a few months ago. Could it be him? The one who had said many mysterious things to her and told her he was Oliver Smith!"Is it you?" Flora stared at him in astonishment.Maxwell's face visibly twitched, and he coldly assessed her with a smirk, "What? Have you seen me before? Why do I have no impression of you at all?""Oliver Smith! Why are you doing this to me?" Flora shouted at him with difficulty.Maxwell was taken aback again, then let out a dry laugh and shook his head."Miss White, I regret to inform you that you've mistaken me for someone else. I am not O

While Flora was pondering this, the door suddenly creaked open quietly. Flora instinctively pulled the blanket tightly around her and cautiously waited for the intruder to approach. The footsteps were so light that they didn't resemble the rude stomping of the shrew or Maxwell's steady gait.Flora looked towards the doorway, and she hesitated for a moment. Standing in front of her was a child whose gender was hard to determine. The child appeared to be about eight or nine years old, wrapped in an incredibly thick winter coat that turned them into a small, round bundle. They wore a cotton hat that was attached to the coat, revealing only the central portion of their small face.His blue eyes were large and bright, with perfectly curled eyelashes that looked almost artificially crafted. Their pink lips were slightly parted. All of this made it impossible for Flora to determine whether the child was a boy or a girl. Vaguely, she could see a glimpse of the man who took pleasure in torturi

Except for enduring, Flora didn't know what else she could do!Footsteps were heard outside the door, and Flora quickly slipped under the blanket. She wasn't afraid of anyone, but she still lacked a set of clothes to cover her body. Even with the maids, she wasn't comfortable being naked in front of them.No need to guess, Flora could tell it was Nancy who came in. After so many days, she had learned to distinguish footsteps. As soon as she heard the heavy footsteps, her body hair would stand on end, and that bloody blue dragon would instantly coil around her mind, tensing her nerves and causing her to shiver.Flora had just raised her eyes in the direction of the door when something pink flew toward her face, hit her, and fell to the floor. It was a maid's uniform, the clothing Flora had longed for many days. Could she finally have a set of clothes?"Put on the clothes immediately and go to work!" Nancy yelled loudly.Flora's heart leaped with joy, and she eagerly reached out to grab

Robin exclaimed, "You mean Hercules? He's my big brother!""Big brother?" Flora stared at him in surprise.That man had to be at least thirty years old, right? The boy in front of her couldn't be more than nine years old. This age difference...But that wasn't the main point. Flora had finally found someone willing to have a decent conversation with her. She couldn't help but ask, "You said his name is Hercules? Hercules Smith?"Robin shook his head, saying, "Hercules is what outsiders call him, so I like to call him that too." Then, he placed his index finger on his lips, hushed his voice, and whispered, "Don't tell him, okay? I only dare to call him that secretly behind his back. His real name is Maxwell Smith."Maxwell Smith...Flora quietly pronounced those words, searching her memory for any recognition, but she couldn't recall knowing this person. However, she couldn't help but wonder why he was treating her this way. She wanted to know.What was his relationship with Joshua Smi