A Miracle Fault novel Chapter 52

Early in the morning, a tantalizing aroma of testosterone emanated from the man's body. As long as he was with her, his mind would be overwhelmed with those erotic things, and with this thought in mind, he took practical action.

Emmeline was instantly lost in his tenderness, and the gush of the male sexual desire penetrated directly into her nostrils.

She felt all her strength being drained from her while the man kissed her harder and harder.

He carried her to the bed, looked down at her beautiful face, took off the pyjamas that were in the way, and kissed her again on the lips.

In the next second, the man draped his pyjamas and jumped out of the wheelchair, carrying the girl directly into the bathroom.

He helped her clean…

Emmeline suddenly felt that he didn't seem to have any disability and could do anything without his legs. He skilfully washed her body, and put her back on the bed after wiping her clean.

And he went to the dressing room and changed his clothes straight away, "Emmeline, get some rest, I'm going to the office."

Emmeline was so exhausted that she could only nod and watch the man gleefully slide his wheelchair out of the bedroom.

In the president's office of the Byrne Group, Stefan sat elegantly in his chair, flipping through the documents.

"Boss, Nicolas called today and said that Emmaline is sick. Can the divorce be rescheduled for another day?" Chand stood in front of the desk and said.

Just as Stefan frowned and was about to say something, the sound of a security guard fighting with someone came from outside.

Stefan immediately headed out, but the door had already been pushed open.

Frank walked in in a rage. "Stefan, what do you mean? I asked you to meet me at Astor Entertainment Center yesterday, and you stood me up. Today, you even let the security guard stop me from coming in. Do you think a security guard can stop me?"

Stefan raised his head and looked straight at Frank, "Mr. Vice President, what do you want? I remember your office is downstairs, and you're in the company now, not in a place where you can do anything you want. That security guard was just carrying out his duties and did nothing wrong."

Frank looked deeply at the man in front of him. It was the first time in so many years that he had examined him closely. He radiated majesty, dominance and determination.

He always thought he would be humiliated by his legs for the rest of his life, but never thought he would dare to take the presidency, "What qualifications do you have to sit in this seat, it was I who was working for the company for so many years. You have done nothing and you want to be the ready-made president. I advise you to go back to Soul Island. This is not the place for you to stay!"

His eyes were like a blazing fire, like he wanted to burn the nasty person in front of him.

Stefan raised his head slightly, his dark eyes looking sharply into Frank, "It's not up to you whether I'm qualified to sit in this position or not! Frank, on the basis of you brutalizing your brothers, killing the innocents and engaging in money laundering activities in the name of the Byrne Group, I can send you directly to prison for any of these crimes. But I don't want to break Grandpa's heart, and I want to live up to Keegan's last words. If you behave yourself, I'll pretend none of this has happened. But if you mess up again, don't blame me for not thinking of brotherly love!"

Stefan looked straight at him. He sat in his seat with his arm resting on the chair behind him; his angular and sculpturally handsome face glistened in the sunlight from the French windows.

Upon hearing his words, Frank felt like he was struck by a thunderbolt, how could Stefan know everything he had done!

He froze in his tracks and his body began to tremble. "Stefan, you investigated me?"

"Do I need to investigate those things? You should know that you will be found out one day when you do those things. And doing those things with your status, do you think no one will know about it?" Stefan remained calm.

Frank suddenly felt that his brother was no longer the fool who once allowed him to bully without a word. What he was doing behind the scenes, he knew all about it!

Nevertheless, he had felt his power, and he didn't even bother to confront him.

He turned around and left the president's office and walked straight into the elevator. He walked into the vice president's office and closed the door with a bang, and the secretary outside the door was so scared that he didn't dare to take a breath.

He kicked the coffee table in his office in half. Wrathfully, he slumped down in his couch.

He wouldn't take such a result lying down. He was absolutely not willing to accept the cripple riding roughshod over him. For so many years, everything here belonged to him, so why would it be snatched away by that cripple?

After Frank walked out, Stefan stood up and went to the French window. He looked out at the blood-red sunset and his heart rolled over like a tidal wave.

In the Sweedal Residence, Emmeline slept until noon. After having a simple meal, she sat on the balcony and read a book.

At this moment, Madison walked in and said, "Lady, there is a woman looking for you."

"Who is she? She's looking for me?" No one would look for her here. Could it be Agnes?

She immediately went downstairs and to her surprise, she saw Anayah standing in the middle of the living room.

Hearing the sound of someone descending the stairs, Anayah turned around and met Emmaline's deep blue eyes. When their eyes met, both of them were slightly taken aback.

Anayah looked in a daze at the woman she hadn't seen in four months. She was much prettier now as she wore a blue dress and a simple jacket with her hair casually cascading behind her head.

Her delicate skin was glowing pink, and her eyebrows revealed her intelligence and wisdom. She knew she was beautiful, but she didn't expect her to be even more charming after she married here.

Was this the face she used to seduce Stefan? She looked at her with a vicious light in her eyes.

"Are you here for something?" On the contrary, Emmeline didn't lose her composure. Anayah had come here for no other reason than to taunt her, so she looked at her indifferently.

"Look like you're having a good time?" Looking at her gentle and elegant little face, she actually had an urge to tear her apart.

"Thanks to you, I'm doing very well." She looked up at Anayah quietly.

"You've had a good time, right?" She paused, "Then I'm not going to beat around the bush. I'm here today to tell you that you can leave and that I no longer need you as my substitute. You can continue your studies when you get back to the Campbell family. You've to finish your schooling or be sent to school in America. That's what Mom and Dad want."

Anayah looked at her steadily with mockery in her eyes, and thought secretly in her heart, 'Emmeline, it's a favor for you to be the mistress of the Byrne family for four months, if you still want to stay and refuse to go, don't blame me for holding it against you!'

The glint in Emmeline's eyes disappeared and she suddenly felt funny inside. She asked her to be a substitute bride, while she agreed to her and married Stefan. Now, she was asking her to go back, how was that possible? She had already lost too much being a substitute bride.