âBeauty is in the eye of its beholder,â Phoebe Larsen said.
âSay what you want!â Cheryl Coney chuckled and said.
She had already made up her mind. Even if she had to be in a polygamous marriage, sheâd have
nothing against it. She wouldnât change her mind no matter how hard Phoebe tried to persuade her.
âWhat about you? Youâre not exactly young anymore, and youâre the magistrateâs daughter. Arenât your
parents urging you to get married?â Cheryl asked.
âIâm doing just fine! â Phoebe exclaimed.
âI have something to tell you. It turns out that Iâve had a fiancé since I was a child. I was still very young
when the engagement happened,â Phoebe said suddenly after a pause.
âWhat? How could this be? Who is he? Do you like him?â Cheryl asked.
âI⦠I still donât know. We only kept in touch when we were kids, but that was back when we were in
primary school. I donât know how heâs changed after all these years,â Phoebe said.
Cheryl was shocked.
Meanwhile, Phoebe had a conflicted expression upon her face.
Cheryl thought Phoebe was conflicted about his fianceâs current condition. However, little did Cheryl
know, Phoebe was conflicted about whether she should steal her best friendâs man.
Phoebe knew in her heart that a man like Alex Rockefeller was akin to a drug to women. Any woman
who came into contact with him would become addicted. Moreover, as time went on, the drug addiction
would only worsen until one was wholly trapped in it and had no way out of it.
After the two of them chatted for a while, Phoebe felt distraught with anxiety, especially when she
thought about Alex, who was sleeping next door. Finally, Phoebe mentioned that she was tired and said
goodnight to Cheryl.
Also, right then, she heard a soft rumbling sound by her door.
âHmm?â Phoebe was slightly stunned. She looked over at the door and noticed that the doorknob was
slowly turning.
âThisâ¦â Phoebe immediately thought that Alex must have been the one opening her door.
Most importantly, Phoebe had kept her room unlocked the entire time.
For some unknown reason, she didnât lock her door even when she was taking a shower. Perhaps she
believed in Alexâs good character, or maybe she had some inexplicable expectation toward a certain
kind of situation. Only heaven would know.
Meanwhile, now that she saw that Alex finally couldnât hold back and was sneaking into her room in the
middle of the night, her heart nearly leaped out of her chest.
âShould I stop him?â
âOr should I just go with the flow?â
In the end, Phoebe decided she would pretend she was sleeping. She didnât even turn off the lights,
and she directly lay down and closed her eyes. However, her trembling eyelashes indicated how
excited she was on the inside.
Creak!
A soft sound could be heard. Her bedroom door was finally opened.
Phoebe began to feel increasingly nervous on the inside. She didnât know what Alex would do. If he
came over to touch her right away, should she still pretend to be sleeping? Or should she directly slap
him and yell at him for being a beast?
Right then, Phoebe felt a lightness above her. Someone had lifted the cooling mattress above her. It
was done very quickly and forcefully.
âThis rough?â
âJerk, you were pretending all this time. Hmph!â
Phoebe still hadnât opened her eyes. Right then, she could feel someone forcefully pressing against a
pressure point under her neck. Immediately after that, Phoebe felt something awful. It was as if all the
energy in her body had been drained away. She felt weak from head to toe.
âWhatâs going on?
âWhat is he doing?â
Finally, Phoebe couldnât stand it anymore. She opened her eyes, and she was so shocked that her
entire body trembled.
Phoebe saw that an unfamiliar old man was standing by her bed.
Meanwhile, Easton Zimmer and Viole Zimmer stood behind the old man.