CHAPTER 137: CHAPTER 137_1

"She has a pretty face and a good figure, but she’s just too shameless." James Horne sat up, casually putting on his shirt as he spoke with cold disdain.

Seeing Orlando Evans scrambling to get dressed, a mocking smile touched his lips. He sneered, "What’s the matter? Not in the mood to continue? Why get dressed now? We haven’t even slept together yet, have we? Your goal hasn’t been achieved, so why the hurry to end it?"

Orlando Evans was startled by James Horne’s sudden alertness and clarity. Her hands fumbled as she tried to dress, struggling to get her clothes on. Listening to James’s taunts, she grew even more flustered. She could only pull the blanket over herself, trying to regain some composure.

"Brother James..." Orlando Evans called out softly, a plea that would soften the heart of any man, but not James Horne.

He suddenly stood before her, leaning down slightly. His handsome, cold face drew close to Orlando Evans, so near that his breath fanned her cheek. His eyes grew colder, deeper, their gaze cutting into her as if he wanted to chop her into eighteen pieces.

"I’ve told you not to call me ’brother’!" James Horne’s voice was terrifyingly grim, like a chilling wind, cold enough to make one’s skin crawl. "Still want to continue?" he snorted.

"James Horne, don’t push your luck! It was a compliment that I chose to use you. Who do you think you are? Just an illegitimate son with nothing. What do you amount to?" Orlando Evans, stung by James Horne’s sarcasm, lost her temper and began to curse him.

James Horne straightened, crossing his arms. He looked down at Orlando Evans, who wore an expression of self-righteous indignation, as if she were doing *him* a favor. The cold smile on his lips widened. This woman is utterly shameless. I saw through her the moment I met her. Adele Horne was such a fool to consider her a friend, never realizing Orlando was just using her to get into the Horne family and become a socialite.

A socialite. Did she think it was so easy?

And being Glades Horne’s wife? Even harder.

If she wasn’t the woman Glades Horne loved, did she really think marrying into the Horne family would bring her happiness? He had heard every word she’d muttered to herself earlier. Knowing she desired him, how could he possibly have remained drunk? He had been faking it, waiting to catch her in the act. In this, he was quite similar to Glades; both brothers were true gentlemen, unmoved by such advances.

Orlando Evans thought that by becoming his girlfriend, she could freely come and go from the Horne estate again. After knowing him for eight years, did she still not understand his position in the Horne family? Without Glades Horne, he really would be nothing. And Glades was so formidable; how could a woman like her possibly think she could influence him or break up his marriage? If she truly had such power, Glades wouldn’t have set a wedding date with Ruby Bluen, only to be later dumped by Julia Bluen.

Orlando Evans was smart in some ways, yet foolish in others. When it came to Glades Horne, she became the stupidest woman alive.

"I will make sure you’re thoroughly disgraced before the Horne family," James Horne said with icy severity. He suddenly clapped three times. The door unlocked, and several men carrying cameras walked in.

After the men entered, the door was immediately locked again.

Seeing the men, Orlando Evans’s face turned deathly pale, her earlier arrogance vanishing. She clutched the blanket tightly, shrinking into a corner, terrified of what James Horne might have those men do to her...

James Horne had always been sinister and unpredictable; she truly had been blind to choose him as her pawn.

In reality, none of the five young masters of the Horne family were to be trifled with.

"James Horne, what do you think you’re doing? I’m warning you, if you dare lay a hand on me, my parents won’t let you get away with it!" Orlando Evans said. Though terrified, she tried to sound composed as she warned James Horne.

James Horne sneered, his gaze sweeping over her with disgust. His voice was icy, his words sharp and stinging. "What are you afraid of? Did you think I’d let those men touch you? That would be an insult to the people I brought." Even if this shameless woman threw herself at him, he wouldn’t be interested.

"Begin. Just get enough for one disc," he said. He walked to the window and pulled the curtains slightly apart, his back to the room. His entire being exuded a demonic aura, heavy with a violence never seen in Glades Horne.

Earlier, when Orlando Evans had left him in the car and gone into the hotel to get a room by herself, he had seized the opportunity to call Halton Hillraise and ask him to arrange for some men with cameras. Then he had continued to feign unconsciousness, pretending to be asleep.

He wanted to capture Orlando Evans’s shamelessness on film and put it on a disc. If she ever dared to try any schemes again, he would release all the photos from the disc online, ensuring she could never show her face in public again. Orlando Evans was the daughter of high-ranking officials; both her parents held government positions. If those photos went viral, her parents would undoubtedly be affected, and the Evans family would be finished.

Glades Horne and Julia Bluen were the two people he loved the most. Without his permission, no one was allowed to harm either of them.

The marriage of his brother and sister-in-law caused him pain, but he would never allow anyone else to tear them apart.

If anyone were to do it, it would have to be him.

But he knew he would probably never be able to bring himself to do it. His love for them was such that he would rather swallow all the bitterness himself than see them suffer.