Chapter 4

Blake was indeed provoked by her and warned me:

"Lauren, get up right now and stop playing dead!"

Shanna wickedly suggested: "Mr. Whitmore, could Mrs. Whitmore be suffering from heatstroke? Should we send down some ice water for her?"

Now Blake believed everything she said and immediately ordered his subordinates:

"Get the coldest water you can find and wake Mrs. Whitmore up!"

Soon his men brought ice water and poured it over me like a waterfall from the helicopter.

I felt nothing except my hearing. That splashing ice water was piercingly loud and even scared away the toads.

I don't know how long passed before I groggily regained consciousness. Bone-deep cold consumed me. I felt like I was submerged in a pool, with garbage floating in the water, drifting around my nose and mouth.

Water flooding my nose gave me a drowning sensation. A violent survival instinct pulled me back again.

I sat up abruptly, choking and coughing violently, as if trying to cough up my lungs.

I trembled all over from the cold, as if my whole body was in an ice cellar. On this September night the temperature had plummeted, cold wind rustling. I felt like I was freezing to death.

"Ha ha ha! I told you she was faking it!"

"See, she can't keep up the act anymore! Women are just naturally manipulative—like onions, you have to peel away layer after layer of their pretenses!"

"Look at her now—just like a drowned rat. Ha ha ha, so pathetic!"

"I've never seen a woman more stubborn than Lauren."

The spectators in the aircraft pulled out their phones to capture my misery, their loud mocking laughter echoing as if this moment was the happiest of their lives.

Shanna hypocritically shouted at me again:

"Mrs. Whitmore, get out of that water—it's too cold and will harm your health! Mr. Whitmore makes the decisions in this house. Even if you look down on me, at least make a show of searching around a bit."

"Don't make Mr. Whitmore so angry. Have some consideration for his health—men shouldn't get this upset."

Her cheap words touched Blake deeply. Looking up, I saw him with one arm around the housekeeper's waist and one hand caressing her thigh through her black stockings.

The way he looked at her was heavy with lust. This man who once swore to heaven that even if every man in the world cheated, he never would.

Now he was openly flirting with the housekeeper right in front of me.

Sure enough, a man's promises are only true when written on his tombstone!

Seeing me glare at him in fury, Blake's flirtatious expression instantly turned to displeasure as he snapped at me:

"So you do know how to be angry? When you were mistreating Shanna, didn't you think about how unsanitary garbage is?"

"Just because of a stupid ring, you made her lose her mother's keepsake! Didn't you consider how devastated Shanna would be?!"

"I thought you could recognize your mistakes, but I see your attitude is still defiant. I've given you too much confidence!"

"From now on, I won't indulge you anymore!"

I laughed coldly in proud anger. "Are you done spouting your bullshit!"

Instantly the spectators in the aircraft erupted:

"Damn, she's got guts! First time I've ever seen anyone dare talk to Mr. Whitmore like that!"

"Someone who dares tell Mr. Whitmore he's spouting bullshit—I've never seen that in my life."

"Even at this point Lauren's mouth is still so sharp. She really doesn't fear death!"

Blake's expression turned severe, his eyes boring into mine:

"Since you're not afraid of humiliation, I'll make sure you're thoroughly humiliated!"

With that, he used his radio to order the other helicopters full of spectators:

"Don't hold back anymore. Go ahead and livestream this."