Chapter 2 (Part One)


    Lambert''s voice was like a dagger, easily shattering Nicole''s stubborn facade.


    She stared at his hand. It was slender, white, and powerful. It was these same beautiful hands that


    used to grab her neck fiercely. Even though Nicole would struggle and beg him, he would only squint at


    her coldly. She had longed to feel his hands on her, but after all these years, it was her sister who


    settled in his arms. Back then, Lambert had held the daughter of the mistress possessively in front of


    Nicole. "This is the woman I love. If you do anything to her, I will ensure you have a miserable life," he


    had sworn.


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    ''Why did God have to give me such an awful man as my first love? It looks like I havee to this


    reunion party just to humiliate myself!''


    Nicole looked at Lambert frostily. Then she picked up her old bag from the sofa and walked out silently.


    "Do you hate my face that much?" Lambert asked with a wicked smile.


    Samuel hurriedly went to them to smooth things over. "Dear Nicole, it''s an honor for us to have Mr.


    Lambert attend this party, and it''s also rare for us to have you here. Let''s sit down and catch up. After


    all, we haven''t talked much at this reunion!"


    "If you have invited me here just to see this bastard''s face, it''s not necessary! Samuel, since we have


    been ssmates for several years, I don''t want to be rude. Thank you for your hospitality!"


    Nicole wanted to leave, but two of Lambert''s bodyguards suddenly obstructed her path.


    Swirling the red wine in his ss, Lambert sauntered up to Nicole and said in a voice so low only the


    two of them could hear, "Your mother is dead. Your father abandoned you and your brother for his


    mistress. Your family''s business is down and even your house is mortgaged. Your grandma is sick and


    needs to be taken care of. Your younger brother is a ck sheep. You work in the E Venture Capital


    Company. As a low-level salesperson, your basic sry is 1500 dors. After deducting housing funds


    and insurance like endowment, medical, unemployment, employment injury, and maternity, the rest of


    your sry is just 900 dors. Your performance for thest three consecutive months has been zero


    and you are in danger of losing your job. You are 26 years old and your bank bnce is less than a


    thousand dors. Nicole, what do you have? Your life is in shambles. Ha-ha!"


    Biting back her frustration, she raised her head and red at Lambert.


    He sipped his wine elegantly, showing his superiority, as if he was a nobleman and Nicole was a poor


    bumpkin to be trampled under his feet.


    "I know what you want to do. I can see the rage in your eyes. I can still give you a chance to


    understand what you should do instead."


    Nicole stared at him defiantly.


    All of a sudden, he pulled her close to him and whispered gently in her ear, "y a game with me. If


    you win, I will let you do whatever you want to do. If you lose, you have to stay here and not run away


    no matter what I do."


    Nicole struggled to free herself from his grasp while Lambert continued, "Didn''t you use to drink and


    y earlier? Do you dare you y with me or not?"


    His face was so close to her she could feel his breath. No matter how handsome he was with his


    angr face and captivating eyes, she detested him. She was fighting the urge to p him or throw a


    bottle of sulfuric acid to disfigure his gorgeous face. She hated him enough to actually do something so


    crazy.


    Nicole suddenlyughed. Her voice was bitter, but it held a hint of anticipation. She said in a low voice,


    "If I win, will you really let me do anything I want to do?"


    "Of course. I know you think I am a bastard but when have I ever broken my promise?" Lambert


    stroked the hair on her forehead gently and spoke to her intimately as if he was talking to his lover.


    ''He must think that I am obsessed with money. But what excites me more than money is the chance to


    p him and throw the bottle of wine at his head. I am just drinking to boost my courage. No matter


    what happens when I wake up, I will be happy.'' One could see just how much she loathed him!


    "Okay, it''s a deal!" Nicole agreed happily.


    Lambert let go of her with a satisfied smile and went back to his table. He gestured with his hands to


    wee her.


    She strutted up to him. Samuel seemed to have caught on and pped his hands eagerly to draw


    everyone''s attention to it.


    Lambert asked Samuel to get the dice. Before Samuel could do so, the beautiful women on either side


    of Lambert sprang into action. He looked like an absolute stud with prettydies clinging on to his arms.


    Lambert instructed his male secretary to bring his gloves too. ''Such a jerk! Wearing gloves before


    ying the game as if he is some kind of a nobleman,'' Nicole thought to herself, rolling her eyes.


    She waited patiently until the liquor was brought and half of the table was filled with shot sses. The


    shot sses were the perfect size for the highly concentrated liquor they were about to consume.


    Nicole asked a waiter to bring her a ss of milk. Lambert nodded slightly as though offering thanks to


    the waiter. Nicole didn''t give it too much thought, but when she drank the milk, she felt that there was


    something strange and cryptic about his smile.


    After rolling the dice, Nicole guessed the number correctly and won. As per the rules, Lambert had to


    have a shot of liquor. He sipped it casually as if he was drinking water. He licked the corners of his


    mouth and squinted at her with an evil smile.


    Nicole didn''t react and set her mind on the second round. She won that round too. Lambert continued


    to drink the alcohol. Nobody dared to apud her. Only Samuel cheered asionally. In the third


    round, Nicole lost. The girls surrounding Lambert squealed in delight. Nicole raised her ss and drank


    the milk without hesitation. After drinking it, a peculiar fragrance lingered on her lips, and something felt


    bitter in her throat. She frowned slightly, but continued.