Country K, inside a secluded forest villa.
A man in a black trench coat is quietly standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, admiring the scenery. His eyes are full of implication, making it hard to discern his emotions.
Giselle Keating ca down the stairs and saw his back. This was soone she did not recognize at all. He had rescued her several days ago.
During this ti, they stayed in this villa and didn’t go anywhere. Giselle Keating still didn’t know what his purpose was.
It seed he heard sothing, as the man turned around. Giselle saw his face; he wore a half-gold mask, revealing only his chin, looking extrely mysterious.
"Who are you? Why did you save ? What’s your purpose?"
The man walked toward Giselle, and as he approached her, he looked down at her from above, then lifted her chin, "Of course there is a purpose to saving you."
"What purpose?" Giselle involuntarily trembled.
She felt that the person in front of her was very dangerous, a kind of unknown danger that she didn’t dare provoke.
The man slowly removed the mask on his face, and Giselle finally saw his complete appearance.
She was instantly shocked; it was soone she knew!
"You... you’re my father’s bodyguard?"
The man in front of her was Mason Langley, the leader of the bodyguards around Tristan Keating. Giselle had seen him a few tis and never thought it would be him who saved her.
Mason Langley sneered, saying, "I didn’t expect the young miss to still rember ."
He was actually an enemy of Tristan Keating, embedded by his side for many years to gain his trust, with the purpose of one day helping to take him down.
Rescuing Giselle Keating now was also to make the Keating Family suffer more.
Giselle Keating now felt a slight sense of relief.
After learning about his identity, she was not so panicked. At least he was truly there to save her.
"What do you want to do?" Giselle looked at Mason and said, "Help get revenge, I can pay any price."
Mason cast a glance at Giselle. Although she was downcast now, her face was still very beautiful, which stirred sothing within him.
Back when he was a bodyguard, he often watched her lofty deanor. He used to wonder what it would be like if soone like that had their wings clipped and begged him for rcy.
Now it seed he had the chance to see it.
Mason smiled, looking at her with unabashed eyes, "I can help you; it depends on whether you’re willing to go all out."
From his eyes, Giselle saw a certain desire, a man’s primal longing for a woman. While shocked, she felt a bit excited and thrilled.
Now she was all alone, with nothing left to offer, at least except her body.
If Mason needed it, she could give it!
As long as she could take revenge on Eleanor Sterling and relieve the hatred in her heart, she would do anything.
Giselle stepped forward, actively leaning into his embrace, her arms winding around his neck, "I’ll give you everything you want, you help get revenge."
Of course, Mason would not refuse. He seed very pleased with Giselle’s sensibility and soon got entangled with her.
Giselle’s eyes were filled with the light of hatred. As long as she could take revenge, what did it matter if she pleased this man?
Eleanor Sterling, just you wait, I will reclaim everything that belongs to !
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