As Christian gently set her down on her bed, her gaze fell on a contract paper lying on the table.
"I did what you proposed," Christian said, crossing his legs in an air of confidence as he stared at her coldly. "Now he's in debt—1.2 billion."
Then, leaning close to her ear, he whispered, "The floor is yours, Silva. Do as you please. He's in your palm now."
Silva's lips curled into a wicked grin. "Oh dear, such a manipulative being you are."
"But I have an even better plan for my dear father," she thought, her eyes glinting with calculation. "Why not let him expand his logistics empire before overthrowing him?"
"Why do the work myself when he's still alive?"
She faintly grinned.
Glancing at Christian, Silva smiled. "Thank you. I won't disappoint you."
"But I'm wondering… do you have a personal vendetta against my father?"
"Personal vendetta?" Christian chuckled as he sat back down. "I wouldn't call it that. A man like him is more of a nuisance to me."
"I see." Silva's smile didn't waver.
"Then why does you still have his eyes and ears on me? Perhaps you thinks I'll betray him?"
She thought.
"Anyways, I'll be out for two days for an important meeting. I'm sure you can handle yourself while I'm away, right?" Christian smirked, leaning in to whisper the last part into her ear, teasingly.
"Is that a bet?" Silva smirked back, meeting his gaze.
"First step, luring him into a bet."
Silva thought.
"You could take it as that." Christian leaned back, studying her reaction.
"Oh??"
She smiled.
"And if I win," he continued, "I'll be taking two consecutive nights from you from then on."
Silva's grin widened. "And if I win, I want my own personal villa."
She looked at him knowingly.
"That way, I could escape your eyes and ears."
She thought reaching her final go of luring him into the bet.
Christian remained unfazed, a ghostly smile lingering on his face.
"Well, let's see if you can handle yourself in these two days while I'm gone, then," he teased, brushing a stray strand of her hair aside.
"After all, I do like a very ambitious woman, " he whispered intimately.
A shiver ran down Silva's spine, but she refused to let her reaction show.
"Oops… did I overdo it? Is he onto me?" she wondered.
"Regardless, now that I stand above my father as Christian's wife, using him as my main pawn is the ultimate strategy to inheriting father empire is inevitable."
A faint chuckle escaped her lips.
"None is left without ambition."
She began glancing at Christian.
"even if it's following once basic desire like eating, drinking is it called ambition as long as you're actively pursuing it."
"Example downright poor people will making survival their ambition, and main part of survival is basic needs!"
Silva smiles widened.
" Quite Witty aren't you?"
Christian tease with serious face placing his hand on her face.
The atmosphere became tense up as Silva feels this situation is going somewhere more intimate.
"Well now that I think about, we haven't been intimate since the day I step in here."
"Though, I don't want to give birth, but it's what he wants from this marriage and it some I need to uncover his real motive."
She glance at Christian faintly smiling in front of her face, intimately playing with her hair.
"Now that I think about it, those blue eye of yours reminds me of someone."
Christian said kissing her hair as he looked at those pupils.
"Almost dangerous piecing my soul."
Christian thought smiling.
"The more I learn about you, The more am curious about your path!"
Meanwhile, in Lucius' house, the raging patriarch glared at Richard—his only beloved son, a true prodigy, and his pride.
"Can you believe that damn bastard almost ruined her marriage with Branden?!" he roared, his fury evident.
He was referring to Christian, who had nearly succeeded in sending June to a mental ward for treatment—if not for the intervention that saved her.
Richard, standing coldly before his father, remained silent, fulfilling his duty as an obedient son.
"Anyway, that aside," Lucius continued, his tone darkening. "June's wedding is in a few days, so I expect you to finish the job." His piercing gaze locked onto Richard.
"I initially planned for you to take out that old hag, Brando. But now, Christian is your main target during the wedding ceremony."
Lucius' lips curled into a sinister grin. "Make sure that brat meets his demise—without leaving a trace of his body."
"In fact, I want you to mutilate him, gather the pieces, burn them, and bring me the ashes. Understood, son?"
Richard met his father's gaze with chilling calm.
"Of course, Father."
"And once everything is in Silva's name, dealing with her will be much easier," Lucius muttered, running a hand through his hair.
"Besides, repaying 1.2 billion to him is far too much, and I need more loans for my empire's investments," he thought, watching Richard leave.
"While simultaneously supporting Branden… a win-win situation." A smirk played on his lips.
"That being said, I trust you won't disappoint me," Lucius added, his cold gaze lingering on Richard—though he knew his son had never failed in carrying out his assignments with precision.