CHAPTER 83: CHAPTER 83: THE RICE IS COOKED

Renee Perry raised an eyebrow, staring at Annelise Winter, a trace of resentment flickering in her eyes. Even though Annelise was wearing a high-quality knockoff, it was impossible to tell it was a replica when worn by her.

Her aura made the counterfeit clothing look exceptionally beautiful.

Especially at this moment, her eyes were slightly red, her eyelashes damp, invoking a sense of pity!

"Mrs. Warner, is something wrong?" Annelise clenched her fist, calmly countering.

"Have you forgotten why I called you to the banquet? I wanted you here for matchmaking, not to hang out with your friends!"

Renee Perry crossed her arms in front of her chest as she warned her.

"Come on, go to room 220. The person I’ve introduced to you is waiting there; don’t be ungrateful!"

Renee scoffed, dragging Annelise towards room 220.

As Annelise passed by the room Elias Warner had directed her to, 208, she glanced briefly but was pulled forward by Renee.

Renee dragged Annelise to the door of room 220, which was open.

Renee pushed Annelise into the room and locked the door tightly.

Annelise tried to tug on the door, finding it wouldn’t budge, and when she turned around, there appeared an old and ugly man sitting on the sofa behind her.

As she looked at the man, he rubbed his fingers and leered at her with ill intent.

He grabbed her into his arms.

"What are you doing! Let go of me!"

Annelise was familiar with the man in front of her, it was Wayne Young.

This man was notorious for having peculiar tastes in that respect, and several women had died at his hands.

He was considered a nouveau riche who had entered high society in recent years, known for his extravagant spending.

The women he ruined either swallowed their grievances for money or their families feared his power and methods, not daring to report him.

This man had come to the club a few times before, and had harassed her previously.

Wayne Young squinted his eyes, licking his lips, as he sniffed Annelise’s body incessantly.

"The scent on you is so pleasant! So fragrant!"

"Let go of me, don’t rush, let’s have a conversation!"

Annelise steadied herself.

Facing this ravenous wolf, she had to win by wit.

"Sweetheart, the night is long and dreams are manifold, can I not rush? I can’t resist the temptation of a beauty like you!"

Wayne Young began to prepare to act indiscreetly.

"I am Elias Warner’s goddaughter, you know my status, you can’t treat me like this. My godmother wants me here for matchmaking with you. If you do this, it will tarnish the Warner Family name, which wouldn’t be good at all!"

Annelise deliberately stretched the last two sentences.

Wayne Young laughed heartily, "Haha, do you think Mrs. Warner really considers you her goddaughter? She told me to do whatever to you, not to worry about it, she wants us to make it final sooner rather than later!"

Annelise’s hand trembled slightly.

She had long known that Renee’s scheme was this!

But she never expected Renee to be so ruthless, finding someone like Herbert Alden wasn’t enough, yet she wanted to pair her with trash like Wayne Young.

Clearly, she wanted her dead.

She just wanted to borrow Wayne Young’s hand.

"President Young, I know your business hasn’t been smooth recently. If you agree to let me go, we can make a deal!"

Wayne Young was surprised; how did this woman know his business was recently extremely problematic?

He was worried about investing funds; otherwise, his financial chain was at risk of breaking.

Annelise made a wild guess based on Wayne Young’s apparel today; from his outfit, she deduced it.

He was short on money.

Though he wore a limited edition suit by a top designer.

However, the style was from a few years ago.

A nouveau riche like Wayne Young should pay utmost attention to his wardrobe to showcase his status.

Yet he was clad in an outdated suit.

It indicated he couldn’t even afford to buy clothes.

Surely, it meant there was a problem with his business. Otherwise, he wouldn’t skimp on buying a suit.

Wayne Young’s expression confirmed her guess was correct.

"You’re just the Warner family’s goddaughter, what authority do you have?"

Wayne Young squinted his eyes, raising his short, fine eyebrows in doubt and dismissive of Annelise.

"At least I’m Warner’s goddaughter, the Warner Family values their reputation, and when I marry, they’ll provide a substantial dowry, my godmother promised so. But I want to cultivate feelings with you gradually, if you agree, we can take it slow!"

Wayne Young studied Annelise’s expression, finding some truth in her words.

The Warner Family indeed cared about their image.

"How long do you want to cultivate feelings slowly?" Wayne Young abandoned his prior rashness and suddenly became serious.

"Naturally, it depends on how we get along afterward!"

"Haha!" Wayne Young suddenly burst into laughter.

"You’re playing tricks before me? You’re still too naïve, aren’t you interested in cultivating feelings? Let me let you enjoy it first and slowly cultivate feelings!"

Saying this, Wayne Young suddenly pulled out a rope from the sofa behind him.

Meanwhile, in room 208.

As soon as Annelise left, Elias Warner felt uneasy, and as he spoke, he caught a strong perfume smell deliberately suppressed on the woman.

Annelise never used such things.

Her scent was always faintly fresh.

His pitch-black eyes suddenly opened wide, sharply knitted brows furrowed fiercely, lifting his gaze to find the woman was not Annelise!

"Why is it you?!"

"It’s me, Elias, what’s wrong?" The woman was entirely limp in the man’s arms.

He exuded such power that her legs couldn’t help but go weak as she drew close.

But unexpectedly, he quickly sensed something was off.

"Do you like the dress I’m wearing today?" she feigned frailty, attempting to seduce.

But how could Elias Warner’s heart possibly be stirred?

"Get out!"

Elias Warner pushed the woman off him.

The woman staggered and fell sitting on the ground.

"Get out!"

Elias Warner tidied his clothes, his deep-set eyes ablaze with fury.

Tears welled up in the woman’s eyes as she began to sob; she hadn’t expected Elias Warner to resist her charms, as proud as she was, she couldn’t bear being pushed into chaos.

She bit her lip, bashfully stomped her foot, and didn’t further entangle with Elias Warner, rushing directly toward the door.