Chapter 128 – An Unbreakable Vow with the Heartless Tycoon

“Don’t worry about him,” Leilani says, “I can handle him.”

“Very good. I have your word,” Anthony says with delight and relief, “You are a member of our family and I believe you will protect our family.”

Leilani smiles ironically.

“When they need me I’m a member of their family,” she thinks, “But when they don’t need me, I’m nothing.

She returns to her bedroom and asks the maid to bring Gabrielle’s phone to her. She wants to call Charles Meyer again, and she hopes she’ll also be able to get in contact with Gabrielle and see if Andrew has hurt her. Since Gabrielle’s phone was evidence, she wasn’t allowed to take it with her when she left with Andrew.

She hasn’t spoken to Charles in about a week. She tries to contact him almost every day, and every day her hopes are dashed. After another failed phone call, she sighs heavily. She looks listlessly through Gabrielle’s phone, but she can’t find any useful information. Suddenly, she sees a location contained within an app.

Leilani rushes downstairs. Anthony and the family are having a happy dinner without Leilani, but when they see her, they stop talking immediately.

“Leilani, where are you going?” Anthony asks.

“I want to take a walk in the garden,” Leilani replies.

Leilani walks toward the garden and finds there are bodyguards everywhere. It’s clear that Waylen has asked them to watch her and prevent her from trying to escape. Leilani walks casually to a small shed in the garden because she knows there’s a small hole inside that leads outside the grounds.

By the time Leilani pulls herself from the hole, the street lights are illuminating the road outside the Peters’ villa. She casually flags a taxi and tells the driver where she wants to go. The driver pauses and gives her a skeptical look.

“Lady, do you want to go there?” he asks, “It’s far and there is not much there besides trees and snakes.”

Leilani purses her lips together with rage. She knows that Gabrielle os terrified of snakes, and she can’t believe that Andrew would take her sister to such a place. The casual cruelty of it seems shocking. She takes a deep breath to calm herself and levels a serious gaze at the driver.

“I’ll give you three times the normal fare,” she says.

The driver says nothing, but he unlocks the doors and Leilani gets in.

At the tropical rainforest villa, Gabrielle stepped out of the shower to find that there is a nurse costume waiting for her on the bed. The outfit is different from what she’s used to wearing at the hospital. It features a short, tight thigh-baring skirt and a shirt with a dangerously low neckline and pink buttons. It looks like something someone might wear as a s.e.xy costume—not a real nurse’s outfit. Gabrielle blushes, but a quick inspection of the room reveals that this is the only clothing. Her old dress has been removed and there’s nothing in the room beside the nurse outfit and some bath towels. Fortunately, she is small and thin, so the costume isn’t too revealing. On the contrary, it makes her look even younger and more innocent than she is.

Gabrielle tries to slide her feet into the towering white heels, but she’s not used to wearing such shoes. She totters dangerously and sprains her ankle, forcing her to walk even more abnormally. She goes downstairs and sees that several girls wearing bikinis are lying coiled around Andrew as if they’re snakes.

“Mr. Clifford, when can you play games with us?” one of them asked, “We haven’t played for many days, I miss it.”

Naïve and innocent, Gabrielle doesn’t realize that the games are s.e.x.u.a.l. Seeing the women with Andrew makes her nervous and she tugs at her skirt, but there’s not enough fabric to cover the pale skin of her thighs.

“Hey, if you pull that down any lower, you might as well just take it off,” one of the women jokes disdainfully.

“It’s not my fault,” Gabrielle answers, “I’m too slender and this outfit doesn’t fit me right.”

“Leave me alone,” Andrew says, pushing women away from him before turning to gaze at Gabrielle, “Come here and measure my blood pressure.”

Gabrielle is so embarrassed that she can’t meet his gaze. She carefully holds the skirt to keep it from sliding up her thighs and presses her chin into her chest. Though she looked at her feet as she walks, she rolled her ankle and stumbles forward. She shouts and fumbles, putting her hands out to help break her fall. She screams again when she realizes her palm is pressing into something bulging.

She looks up and sees Andrew staring at her hands. She realizes she has fallen across his legs and her palm is on his p.e.n.i.s. The women begin to protest, and they quickly pull Gabrielle off of Andrew and push her away from him. Weak and unsteady in the heels, Gabrielle stumbles again and falls to the floor.

“Mr. Clifford, I swear I didn’t mean to do,” Gabrielle says, her face flushed crimson red, “It’s just that I’ve never worn heels this high before, and I have some trouble walking in them.”

“She is so sketchy,” one of the women stages whispers, “She deliberately fell so that she could touch Mr. Clifford, and now she’s playing innocent.”

“I didn’t mean to do it,” Gabrielle repeats, “The heels are too high.”

Andrew Clifford raises his eyebrows, and his expression becomes quite s.e.x.u.a.l.

“Don’t be afraid,” he says flirtatiously, “I’m not hard…yet.”

“Mr. Clifford, you’re so naughty,” the women giggle, “But what’s wrong? Can’t you get hard after the operation?”

“Let’s find out if I can,” Andrew Clifford says with a smile.

“You’re so naughty,” the women repeat.

“Come here,” Andrew commands.

Gabrielle stood up carefully and walks toward him. Andrew maintains his relaxed position, forcing Gabrielle to kneel in front of him to measure his blood pressure. She rolls up the sleeve of his shirt, revealing his honey-colored skin and strong arm muscles. Gabrielle places the cuff around his arm and checks the results.

“Your blood pressure is ok,” she tells him.

She packs the instrument away and glances at a canned beer on the coffee table.

“Mr. Clifford, beer is not good for your health,” she whispers, “Can I make you a cup of juice instead?”

Andrew picks up the beer and holds it in his hand, then he puts it back down without taking a sip. He gives her a serious, thoughtful look. She has always tried to persuade him to give up drinking and smoking, but he never paid her any attention. He doesn’t know why he’s suddenly respecting her wishes.

“Perhaps, I just want to make it easier to take advantage of her,” he thinks, “Or am I just treating her better out of guilt—to try to remedy what I’m about to do?”

“Go then,” he says aloud.

Gabrielle rushes hurriedly and unsteadily to the kitchen.

“Mr. Clifford, the little girl seems to care about you,” one of the women says teasingly.

“Of course she cares,” snaps another woman jealousy, “She’s his special nurse.”

“I’ve heard that Gabrielle will lose her v.i.r.g.i.nity tonight,” says another woman, “But Mr. Clifford, you don’t need to f.u.c.k her with your p.e.n.i.s to achieve the desired goal—you can also use your finger to f.u.c.k her.”

Gabrielle can hear them from the kitchen, and she freezes with shock. Then she calmly pulls watermelon, bananas, and taro from the refrigerator. She remembers reading that a mixture of bananas and taro can cause violent diarrhea. She makes a large cup of juice with the fruit.

She places the juice on a tray and prepared to leave the kitchen. Just as she’s about to go out the door, she spots ahead of garlic sitting on the counter and pops an entire clove into her mouth.

“Mr. Clifford, I made you a watermelon banana juice to help improve your circulatory health. Please try it,” Gabrielle says.

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