His Destructive, Toxic Love

"Please, make sure you get me what I need ASAP. That's the real priority here," she said, wiping her swollen eyes. "Mr. Zach, maybe one day I'll agree to work with you, but only if you're not just using me. You also need to make sure I have a way out."

Zach chuckled, a mix of arrogance and something a bit twisted. "My dear Eliza, we're partners in this. It's not about using anyone. I would never let you get hurt."

"That's what I hope."

Eliza walked past Zach.

Aaron stepped out of his car, his eyes fixed on her. "Eliza."

"Aaron," Eliza walked up to him. "You've been such great help today. You should head back and get some rest."

"As a friend, it's the least I can do." He pressed his lips together gently. "I'm heading back to Martin Hospital. If you ever find it unbearable at Welton International, come and find me. I could arrange a job for you."

"Thank you, Aaron. I still owe Casper money. He won't let me off easily."

Rose had passed away. But debts didn't just disappear with a person.

Aaron nodded slightly, not saying much more. "You and Chelsea should head back home early. Send me a message when you get home, so I don't worry."

"Okay."

After seeing Aaron off, Eliza slumped into Chelsea's car, exhausted. Her head ached terribly, like tangled threads.

Chelsea dabbed some peppermint oil on her fingertips and gently massaged Eliza's temples. "Go home and get some good sleep. We can talk about anything else tomorrow."

"Chelsea, thank you for being here with me." Eliza held Chelsea's hand, feeling a sense of peace.

Chelsea buckled her seatbelt. "Try to get some sleep."

Chelsea drove Eliza back to her studio apartment and watched her go upstairs before leaving with peace of mind.

Eliza barely slept, tormented by nightmares all night. She had requested bereavement leave, and the company had granted her a week. She had planned to use this week to sort herself out.

Unexpectedly the next day, she

received a notice from the company asking her to vacate her apartment. She thought there had been some mistake, but after an apologetic explanation from HR, she learned it was an instruction from the CEO's office.

Casper again. Whenever she was on the brink of despair, he pushed her further into the abyss.

Eliza didn't have much. Barely a suitcase full. She returned to her parents' old house.

Just after she had finished unpacking, Eliza received a text message.

[Eliza, I want to give you some things from your aunt. Come to Falconridge Hotel. I'm here for a meeting, room 512.]

It was signed by Aaron.

Eliza immediately tried to call Aaron, but the call was busy. Aaron said he was at the Falconridge Hotel for a meeting, so she didn't think much of it and grabbed her bag to leave. Aaron, who had received a similar message just before Eliza, arrived at room 512 first.

"Aaron."

Just as Eliza was about to ask

Aaron what he wanted to give her, a

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outside. The flashing lights were blinding, making it impossible for them to open their eyes.

Aaron shielded Eliza behind him, realizing they might have been set up.

"Who sent all of you?" Aaron tried to block the cameras with his hand But there were too many cameras. Like sharks smelling blood, the reporters found their angles and rapidly snapped photos.

"Mrs. Welton, we heard your mother just passed away. Aren't you in a rush to be seen in a hotel room with a man? How does that honor your mother or Mr. Casper?"