Chapter 4 I Won't Let You Go!

"Dayton." Henry slightly raised black eyes. There was a gleam of joy. He did not hide the excitement in his heart, "I got a… baby." Hearing the excitement in his tone, Dayton was so shocked that he almost bit his tongue, "Who? Could it be Mrs. Betty?" "No." "Who is that?" "..." There was silence. Dayton didn't say anything. Was he so stingy that he didn't even reveal the name? Thinking of his disposition of treating women as nothing, he understood that it was rare for a woman to fall in love with him. Dayton made a quick decision, "Okay! As long as you like her, no matter who she is, I'll go and invite her back to call her Mrs. Swift immediately!" As long as Henry liked it, Dayton would not care if they were homosexual. Henry chuckled, "She's on my bed now." Dayton didn't say anything. It was the first time he swept with a woman, no wonder he was so abnormal. As a man, he could understand. While he was still complaining, Henry spoke slowly. "Give me the position of the president of Emperor." Dayton was taken aback. When he regained his sense, his eyes lit up, "You finally realized that you should give me a vacation. I'll buy a plane ticket and get out of here right away—" A cold sentence over there smashed his excitement, "You are the vice president." Dayton didn't say anything. It was thrilling. "Why do you want the position of the president of Emperor?" According to Henry's identity and temperament, he would never intervene with Emperor if nothing happened. The job was the most boring. Apart from bringing some money, it was strenuous and thankless. Now it was even better. Henry lowered his voice and said thoughtfully, "She's useful." There was a strong taste of hatred in the eyes of his new wife. The reason why she suddenly married him was most likely that she was hurt to the extreme and wanted to take revenge on those who hurt her. Emperor was the only power in Chicago that could defeat the Defoe family and the Whitman family. Dayton didn't say anything. She? It could only be that the wife he just found was a big shot. Henry's slender fingers slid across the brow bone, and his voice was dull, "She has a bad reputation in Chicago. You should protect her." "I get it. If anyone dares to scold her in the Emperor, I will immediately drive it out of Chicago." No matter what the outside world said, Dayton would never doubt Mrs. Swift because Henry fell in love with her. Otherwise, he might not live a good life. Thinking of Lily's experience, Henry spoke coldly with a light and frightening tone, "In three months, I don't want to see the Defoe family and the Whitman family in Chicago!" ... Henry put down the phone and hurriedly returned to the room. Lily curled up and lay on the pillow. Her long black hair spread all over her thin shoulders, her eyebrows were slightly raised, and she fell asleep quietly. Henry stood beside the bed, bent down his slender body, and touched the bandage on her forehead with his bewitching fingers. He touched her pale face and lips gently. He got close, and he could clearly smell the fragrance of her body. Lily was asleep. As if she had sensed something, she was about to open her eyes subconsciously. Henry's white fingers touched her silky black hair, and patted gently, "It's okay, go to sleep." Lily's slender eyelashes trembled, she didn't feel any malice, but instead felt a faint warmth that seemed to have been absent for many years. She rubbed the pillow like a baby. She hugged his arm with both hands, revealing a smell of inexplicable nostalgia, and soon fell asleep again. Henry's charming eyes stared at her face for a long time. He lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her brow, "No matter who you are, where you are from, what you have experienced, I won't even let you go." ... When Lily woke up the next morning, the sun had already shined the room. She vaguely remembered being carried into the bedroom last night, so she was not surprised at this time. It was just that she was a little surprised that she would sleep so peacefully in the arms of a strange man at ease. She was not vigilant at all. She tapped her forehead. She couldn't figure it out, so she put her thoughts aside temporarily. She got out of bed and walked into the cloakroom. She picked out a lotus blue long dress from the clothes. It was a very simple style. Wearing it, she looked beautiful and warm, quiet and cool. She had breakfast. The doctor changed the medicine for the wound on her forehead, and then she put on her hat and was ready to go out. At this time, Henry crossed his legs casually, sitting on the sofa, watching her quietly. It wasn't until she was about to leave that he stood up, walked over, grabbed her slender wrist, and handed a share transfer letter to her, with a gentle tone, "Bride-price." Lily froze for a moment, then opened it and took a look. It was a share transfer document of the Emperor Group, and all the procedures are ready. As long as she signed it, she could become the new president of the Emperor Group. This Bride-price could make each girl in Chicago crazy. Lily didn't grow up in Chicago. She spent all her energy on her studies for the first half of her life. She didn't have any deep obsession with money. But since she was married to Henry, she had no right to refuse his bride price. Moreover, the man should have thoroughly investigated Lily before he knew that she was seriously short of money at this time. However, the identity of this man who could casually give her the Emperor Group as a bride price seemed to be more powerful than she thought. Lily frowned. She put away the things and looked at the man who looked like a piece of exquisite porcelain with dark eyes. She smiled softly and said, "Thank you, I accept it. I will prepare the dowry." When she finished speaking, she winked at him playfully, then turned and walked out the door. Behind him, Henry’s eyes darkened in an instant, looking at the slender figure who was gradually walking away. He said goodbye silently. ... Lily returned to the Defoe family's house. As soon as she entered, she saw Mrs. Defoe sitting on the sofa drinking tea. She was wearing a slim cheongsam. Even though she was over forty years old, she was still well-maintained, looking like a wealthy lady. Her eyes had fine lines. She glanced at Lily. Seeing Lily's outfit, she was stunned for a moment, and then said in a tone of disgust, "I left breakfast for you in the kitchen. You should squat in the kitchen to have meals from now on. "There is no need to ask someone to clear the table." "Don't blame me for being cruel. You have smeared the Defoe family so much. The Whitman family has no way to explain it. Your father is so angry that he wants to drive you out of the house. After all, I see you grow up from a child, and I can't bear to see you living on the street. On the other hand, I can't make your father angry, so you just make do with it." "From now on, put Lily's meals in the kitchen. Did you hear me?" The servants of the Defoe family said respectfully to Mrs. Defoe, "I get it." Why did she ask them to put Lily's meals in the kitchen? This was to raise her as a domestic animal. Lily's expression was calm. There was no anger on her face. She even had a faint and warm smile on her face, "No need, Mrs. Defoe, I will move out today." After saying this, she walked upstairs. Mrs. Defoe suddenly went into a rage and knocked her teacup hard. "Stop! The elders are still downstairs, how dare you go upstairs? You're so rude. Dogs are more polite than you. Could it be that you became stupid after sleeping with a few men?" After finishing speaking, she darkened her face and walked to Lily. She raised her hand to hit Lily, but Lily dodged. Mrs. Defoe was about to get angry. When she looked up, she saw a pair of deep black and cold eyes staring at her.