Untamed Charming Wife

Everyone else went with Kayla to the hotel, leaving Violet behind.

Half an hour later, a loud crash echoed as the iron fence in front of the Green Family villa was forcefully rammed several times until it collapsed. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Violet saw the sports car door open, and a tall, elegant man with indifferent eyes stepped out, his long legs easily crossing the fallen fence.

Violet, as if expecting his arrival, smiled slightly and sat gracefully on the sofa.

Ethaniel glanced at the open doors and narrowed his eyes before entering the living room.

“Mr. Han, I’ve been expecting you,” Violet said with a cheerful smile, as if she hadn’t been the one drenched in water by Ethaniel earlier that day. “Please, have a seat. I don’t know if you like black tea,” Violet pushed a cup of warm tea toward Ethaniel, her calm face carrying a faint smile.

“I don’t want to waste time with you. Where is Kayla?” Ethaniel looked at her coldly.

“I don’t know where she went, but I know she’s not here,” Violet lied calmly, smiling seductively at Ethaniel. “But if Mr. Han wants to find her, I can help. Whether or not you find her depends on how we negotiate.”

Ethaniel’s already narrowed eyes turned colder. He walked over slowly, picked up the delicate and elegant teacup, and suddenly poured it over Violet’s head.

“Ah!” Violet screamed as the hot tea drenched her face.

Ethaniel maintained his posture, coldly watching the tea stain her, “Does this negotiation satisfy you?”

Violet glared at Ethaniel, feeling humiliated for the second time. She gritted her teeth, suppressing her anger. When Ethaniel set the cup down, she sneered, “Mr. Han, since you could find this place, you can surely find Kayla. Why ask me?”

Ethaniel’s expression remained unchanged. He had implanted a tracker in Kayla’s police uniform’s epaulet, and the satellite’s position was here.

There were two possibilities:

1Kayla was hidden somewhere in this villa.

2Her police uniform was here, but she wasn’t.

Ethaniel’s gaze swept over Violet, his eyes filled with chilling menace. “What have you done to her?”

Violet instinctively avoided Ethaniel’s gaze and stammered, “What could we do to her? She has you, Mr. Han, as her protector.”

Ethaniel wasn’t interested in her excuses. He bent down, gripping her jaw tightly, showing no mercy, his purple eyes filled with a murderous aura. “Where is she?”

Violet’s sharp jaw was painfully pinched, feeling like it was about to break. She cried out, “I don’t know, let me go!”

Ethaniel tightened his grip, his face drawing closer to Violet’s. “I’ll ask one last time, where -is -she?”

Violet looked at Ethaniel’s handsome face, a mix of fear and longing in her heart. If she resisted further, Ethaniel might actually break her jaw. “She… is… at the Season Hotel…” Violet stammered out.

Ethaniel released her immediately, having obtained the information he wanted.

Violet, trembling all over, slumped weakly on the sofa, gasping for breath.

Ethaniel stood up straight, his eyes cold. “Give me her clothes.”

Violet, knowing better than to resist any further, stood up and fetched the police uniform. She handed it to Ethaniel, who took it without a backward glance and walked out.

Watching Ethaniel’s car disappear, Violet gently touched the sore spot on her jaw, then slowly brought her fingers to her lips, licking them lightly. “A smart man should choose an equally smart woman. Ethaniel, I’ve decided I want you.”

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The Season Hotel, a renowned luxurious venue in Seatowne, was ostentatiously decorated with gaudy sculptures that Kayla found utterly distasteful. The place reeked of the same vulgarity as the Green Family villa, lacking the comfort of Ethaniel’s little villa.

Aria noticed Kayla’s expression of disdain and warned her in a low voice, “Don’t mess this up. Your mom is nearby.”

Kayla’s face remained sullen, saying nothing.

Eileen and Aria, believing she had yielded, didn’t think much of it, following Sam to the top-floor suite. The suite’s door was closed, with a handsome young man standing outside.

Sam immediately walked over to shake his hand. “Hi, Mr. Kwon, long time no see.”

Brady smiled warmly. “Mr. Green, long time no see.”

Sam began introducing the people behind him. “This is my wife, and this is my eldest daughter. You’ve met before.”

Brady greeted them kindly, his eyes finally landing on Kayla. “This must be your younger daughter. She has quite the unique presence.”

Sam forced a laugh. “Kayla, greet Mr. Kwon. He’s the chief assistant of Taihee Group and a close associate of Mr. Caden.”

Kayla’s bright eyes looked at Brady. He smiled warmly, nodding slightly. “Miss Kayla, nice to meet you. I’m Brady.”

Kayla raised an eyebrow. This Brady, though an assistant, seemed to hold significant power at Taihee Group, enough to make Sam apprehensive. So…

She smirked disdainfully, lifted her chin, and said to Sam, “Didn’t you tell me not to be overly polite to an assistant? It would lower my status as the future mistress of the Caden Family.”

“You-” Sam’s face turned pale with fright. He quickly explained to Brady, “Mr. Kwon, Kayla didn’t mean that. She’s young and doesn’t know better. Please don’t misunderstand.”Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Brady kept his smile, but his eyes flickered. “It’s alright. Miss Kayla has a point. If things go well today, she’ll indeed be the future mistress of the Caden Family.”

Sam panicked even more. “…. Mr. Kwon, you misunderstand…”

“Glad you understand!” Kayla interrupted, sneering arrogantly. “Though you’re just an assistant, once I become the mistress of the Caden Family, I’ll certainly promote you.”

“Kayla!” Sam was desperate. “Shut up!”

Brady was an influential figure in the Caden Family. Although officially an assistant, he acted as the executive director. Sam couldn’t afford to offend him, yet Kayla dared to embarrass him!

Kayla snorted inwardly. The real drama was yet to come.

The angrier Sam became, the more arrogant Kayla acted towards Brady. “You seem smart. Don’t disappoint me.”

Sam, at a loss for words, clutched his chest, his face pale.

Eileen quickly smiled apologetically. “Mr. Kwon, Kayla was just arguing with her father. She can be willful. Please don’t take her words seriously.”

Brady, perceptive and sharp, observed the anxious family. He maintained his friendly demeanor. “It’s alright, Mr. Green. Mr. Caden is already waiting inside. Please, go in.”

“Alright, alright,” Sam responded, casting a furious glare at Kayla.

Brady opened the door, and the group entered the most luxurious suite of the Season Hotel. The large round table was set with expensive tableware. At the head of the table sat a middle-aged man, exuding a calm and commanding presence. He stood up when Sam entered.

“Mr. Caden!” Sam rushed over to shake his hand enthusiastically. “Long time no see! I heard you recently invested in some mines in South America. I thought we could catch up at this international financial conference!”

Donald smiled faintly. “I just returned from South Africa yesterday. You’re well-informed, Mr. Green.”

“… Hahaha,” Sam laughed awkwardly. “All for the sake of the children…”

His eyes then fell on the young man sitting next to Donald, and he asked suspiciously, “Is this Clifton?”