Besides, Winnie even learned from Christopher that Harold detested women with heavy makeup. Instead, he preferred natural beauties without any makeup.For that reason, she didnât apply any makeup after selecting her outfit. She merely gathered her hair up and pinned it to the back of her head with a hairpin.Although her hairstyle was simple, that hairpin was anything but.Like the necklace around her neck, it was customized and could be turned into a sharp, deadly weapon when one was in danger.After doing all that, she promptly opened the door and strode out.At that moment, the woman outside was smoking. When she saw Winnie stepping out of the room, she swiftly tossed the cigarette butt away.She initially wanted to snub it out, but she could no longer take her eyes off Winnie once her gaze alighted on the latter.She stared at Winnie blankly for a long while before she remembered that she hadnât snubbed the cigarette out and hastily stomped on it a few times.Grinning from ear to ear, she said to Winnie, âI knew you were a stunning beauty the second I saw you, but you always wore long dresses, so it was too conservative. It was a waste of your stellar figure. Look at you now! Youâre breathtaking with just a change of clothes. No wonder Chris stayed away from women in the past. It turned out that he disdained the likes of us. Youâre truly too beautiful!ââReally? So Iâll undoubtedly be able to snatch Chris back?â Winnie pretended to be a bimbo.The woman giggled. âIâm afraid that all the men present tonight will be bewitched by you, not just Chris!âWinnie deliberately frowned. âWho wants to bewitch those men? I only want Chris. Heâs my boyfriend, and I wonât share him with any other woman. Likewise, I wonât betray him!ââBoyfriend?â The woman guffawed, seemingly both in mockery and jealousy. âI really envy you for having such confidence when youâre in such a place. Letâs go. He might go off with someone else if youâre late.âShortly after, Winnie arrived at the pool with the woman.It wasnât her first time visiting that place.Previously, she came over to look for Jacinta, only to happen across the Horton family having internal strife. When she came over with Christopher the next day, she saw a few people removing the dead bodies in the pool.At that time, the dead bodies floated on the water motionlessly. Even the water in the pool had been stained red by their blood.Tonight, however, it was vibrant and lively. The pool was full of men and women cheering excitedly as they enjoyed themselves without restraint.Winnieâs gaze swept over the crowd at lightning speed before it finally fell on the host there, Harold.He was the youngest among the major players in Jipsdale, only in his early thirties that year.Over here, everyone addressed him as âMr. Horton.â On the surface, he indeed appeared handsome, suave, and elegant.But beneath his gentle persona, he was the most ruthless of the three local major drug lords, often committing the most brutal acts with his smile intact.Not only was he vicious, but he was also perceptive. As such, Winnieâs gaze didnât stay on him for long. In the next heartbeat, she shifted her gaze to Christopher, who sat across from Harold. At the same time, she sauntered toward them.Sure enough, the woman earlier was right in that Winnie bewitched all the men present as soon as she made an appearance.Even the women around the men couldnât help staring at her.Many who had never seen her started whispering among themselves.The subject revolved around where exactly such a stunning beauty came from, whose woman she was, whether they could bed her, and the like.Unsurprisingly, as she took everyoneâs breath away, she quickly attracted Haroldâs attention.At the sight of Winnie in a white one-piece swimsuit, looking radiant even without makeup, Harold dropped his hand from around the woman he was hugging.Whoa! Itâs really been a long time since Iâve last seen such a natural beauty. Sheâs simply an angel among this crowd of heavily made-up women. How absolutely stunning!Wesley was also sitting across from Harold then.When he noticed the latter eyeing Winnie, he instantly declared, âMr. Horton, thatâs Vivian, whom I escorted back yesterday.
Sheâs Chrisâ woman.ââOh, I see.â Harold immediately retracted his gaze from Winnie. Smiling, he turned to Christopher. âYouâve got good taste. I heard she had been here previously, and you only chose her among many. Why didnât you leave such an incredible beauty for me?âAt that, Christopher chuckled. Well, well, well⦠He even knows such a tiny detail. It looks like Wesley has told him quite a bit.âShe wasnât a virgin, so they didnât send her to you in the first place.âHarold remained smiling. âYou always declined when I presented you with women in the past. For a time, I thought your sexual orientation was different from ours. Later, I heard from Wesley that youâre particular when it comes to women. Why did your obsession with cleanliness disappear when it came to her? Was it love at first sight?ââNot really.â Christopher took a sip of wine before continuing, âShe resembles my last woman closely, especially in terms of personality.ââOh? What kind of personality do you like in a woman?â
Harold queried with a smile.Christopher rubbed the tip of his nose. âWell, Iâm a normal man, so I naturally like women who are sensible, docile, biddable, gentle, and delicate.ââReally?â Harold smirkingly cast a glance at Winnie, who was about to reach them. âIs she really as good as you claim?ââSheâs pretty good, very much like my last woman.â Christopher wore a smile on his face while he spoke. It was as though he was completely immersed in his emotions.Soon, however, the smile on his face gradually faded.Frowning, he stated firmly, âDonât tell me you took a fancy to her, Hal? I can do anything for you, but I canât give her to you!ââI didnât say I want her.â Chortling, Harold reached out and patted him on the shoulder. âDonât be so scared. Youâve finally found a woman you like, so Iâm genuinely happy for you. I wonât possibly fight you for her.ââThank you, Hal!â While saying that, Christopher got to his feet. âIâll bring her over to meet you and get acquainted.âHarold bobbed his head in agreement.The instant Wesley saw that Christopher had left, he sprang to his feet and hurried over to Harold.In a voice brimming with loathing, he hissed. âDo you really believe the nonsense he spouted about the woman resembling his dead woman by sheer coincidence, Mr. Horton? That woman is more than likely suspicious, and theyâre both in cahoots for sure! Chris is definitely plotting against you!âAt once, Harold pinned a sharp gaze on the man.âAre you using me? I hate seeing my subordinates fight among themselves. You donât like him and wish to get rid of him, so you accuse him blindly without any proof. If everyone under my command acts in a similar fashion, will there be any more order henceforth? If youâre really that capable, show me proof. At that time, Iâll definitely torture him to the point that he wishes for death, even without you having to play any tricks. But if you keep playing games with me, you know the consequencesâIâll make you regret ever being born.â His threat was no joke, for he could undoubtedly make someone regret ever being born.Terrified, Wesley trembled uncontrollably. âI got it, Mr. Horton. Iâll be sure to look for proof.âHarold threw him a look.As though the unpleasant situation earlier had never happened, he drawled with a faint smile, âWhy are you still standing here? Go back and sit down. Act naturally without giving away your suspicions, lest he becomes disillusioned. If you were to kill Chris, you would have to take over his work. You might not want to admit it, but heâs indeed better than you in some aspects.âWesley gritted his teeth, resentment blazing hotly within him. âOkay, I got it.âNo sooner had he finished speaking than Christopher walked over with Winnie.Seeing that, he hurriedly stood up ingratiatingly. âYouâre back, Chris, Vivian. Quick, have a seat. Iâll go elsewhere to have a drink.âOf course, that was all an act. But then, Christopher was no greenhorn either. He instantly wrapped an arm around the manâs shoulder.âWhere are you going?
Thereâs plenty of space here. Here, Iâll toast you. Thank you for picking her up that day when I couldnât make it since I had something to do.âAs he spoke, he hugged Winnie tightly around the waist.Playing along, Winnie gently leaned against the manâs shoulder.Tilting her head, she regarded Wesley while smiling gently. âYeah, Iâm really grateful to you for having taken such good care of me throughout the drive that day.âDespite the smile on her face, the look in her eyes as she stared at him was dark and cold.Christopher couldnât quite see her gaze from her current position, but Wesley could perceive it clearly. The same went for Harold, who was sitting right across from them.Wesley shuddered at the look in her eyes while Harold imperceptibly narrowed his eyes.Studying Winnie, Harold urged smilingly, âWeâre all family, so thereâs no need for thanks. Have a seat, everyone.ââYeah, do have a seat.â
Pressing down on Wesleyâs shoulder, Christopher had him sit. Then, he introduced Winnie to Harold while holding her hand.âHal, this is Vivian, whom I mentioned to you before. Sheâs my woman. Vivian, this is Mr. Horton, whom I told you about. Quick, greet him.âHarold smiled, his voice as gentle as ever.
âThereâs no need to address me as âMr. Horton.â Just call me Hal like Chris.âAs he spoke, he lifted his hand. Immediately, someone respectfully handed him a monetary gift from behind.He held the monetary gift out to Winnie, his dark eyes dancing with merriment. âConsider this a meeting gift from me since weâre meeting for the first time.âWinnie didnât take it but instinctively looked at Christopher for permission.Chuckling, Christopher spoke as he stroked her head.âTake it since Mr. Horton is giving it to you. But you canât be disrespectful simply because heâs good-natured, so do greet him. Come on, be good.âMurmuring in acquiescence, Winnie slowly reached out and took the monetary gift from Harold.Pinning her gaze on the man, she flashed him a seductive smile. âThank you, Hal.âI told her to address him as âMr. Horton,â yet she called him Hal!Christopher promptly stopped stroking her head.
Exerting force, he held the back of her head with his hand hard.âDid you not hear what I said just now?âWinnie tilted her head back and looked at him. She remained smiling without any change in expression. âI heard you, Chris. Is something the matter?âChristopherâs brows knitted deeply. âWhatâs the meaning of this? Are you challenging me? Why is it that you seem to have become someone else entirely?ââNot at all. Such has always been my personality.â Winnie languidly smoothed her hair that had gone messy from his actions. Without showing him any respect, she sat down right before him.Christopher shot daggers at her, livid to the point that his chest heaved violently. âYou played me for a fool?âCasually taking a piece of fruit, Winnie tossed it into her mouth.She didnât even bother sparing him a look as she snickered and retorted, âDonât make it sound so serious. We merely had fun for a few nights. Why, were you planning to marry me or something, Chris?âWesley didnât expect her to reveal her true colors so quickly. At the sight of Christopher utterly anguished as she picked on him, he couldnât help feeling gratified.âWow, it turns out that youâre a romance scammer, Ms. Vivian! You even duped our innocent Chris and had us greeting you so politely! How wicked of you!ââShut the f*ck up!â
Christopher bellowed, flying off his handle when he heard the man chiming in at the side.When he whirled around again, the gun in his hand was already pointed right at Winnieâs temple.The moment the muzzle of the gun pressed against her temple, Winnie arched a brow.But in no time, she regained her composure. âWhat are you doing, Chris? Donât you think youâre going overboard to treat a woman in such a manner?âChristopher gritted his teeth. âWhy did you lie to me? Did I do anything wrong by you?âWinnie sat on the chair calmly without moving a muscle. In fact, she flashed Harold, who sat across from her, a smile. âNot at all, Chris. Not only are you big, but youâve also got great stamina. As such, you naturally didnât do anything wrong. Regretfully, youâre not my cup of tea.âChristopherâs eyes went red-rimmed, and disappointment was written all over his face. âWhoâs your cup of tea, then?âTurning, Winnie grinned at him. âYouâre asking the obvious, no? Are you just unwilling to acknowledge the truth, or are you jealous? Donât tell me you want to shoot your boss dead?âChristopher lifted his thumb and flicked off the safety of his gun. âYouâre simply courting death! A fickle woman like you deserves to die!ââHah!â Winnie snorted coldly. She didnât bother entertaining the man further. Instead, she shifted her gaze to Harold. âWhat are you going to do, Mr. Horton? Your subordinate wants to kill me.âHarold gave a soft snigger, his eyes blanketed with a layer of frost. âIt isnât appropriate for me to interfere when itâs a domestic matter.ââEven so, are you not planning to ask why I want to approach you at the risk of my life, Mr. Horton?âAlas, the smile on Haroldâs face merely grew even wider. âAre you worth it? Youâre nothing but a b*tch.âIn response, Winnie quirked an eyebrow. âIt seems youâre not really interested in the new formulation after all, Mr. Horton. What a pity that I expended so much effort and braved such danger to seek you out.âAt the mention of the ânew formulation,â Haroldâs expression instantly changed. âWhat are you talking about? What new formulation?âWinnie languidly reclined against the chair. âWhat other new formulation do you think there is, Mr. Horton?âImpatience seized Harold. âSpeak in more specific terms, please.âStill, Winnie remained calm and unruffled. âSure, but have everyone leave first, Mr. Horton.âUnwilling to waste a second more, Harold suggested, âLetâs go someplace else.ââNo,â Winnie declined without even thinking about it. She drawled, âI like open spaces. Donât tell me you donât even have that much sincerity?âInhaling deeply, Harold chuckled. âOkay, whatever pleases you, then.âShortly after, he had his subordinates convey his orders. In less than three minutes, everyone present had dispersed except the few people around him.That included his two bodyguards as well as Christopher and Wesley.Glancing at the few people, Winnie placidly murmured, âThis matter is highly confidential. I believe you donât want so many people knowing about it either, do you, Mr. Horton?ââOkay, but I need two people to be present.â Perhaps Harold understood her meaning, for he waved his hand in dismissal of Wesley and Christopher.âSure. Chris may stay, but the other has to scram.âWesley, who had been told to scram, shot a glare at Winnie before scurrying away.Even then, Christopherâs gun was still pressed against Winnieâs temple.Eyeing him, Winnie ordered, âGive the gun to me.âChristopher frowned deeply. Not only did he disregard her command, but he gripped the gun even tighter.Winnie remained unfazed, turning her gaze to Harold.Haroldâs brows furrowed slightly. âWhat do you want to do?ââHe wanted to kill me! Canât I even teach him a lesson?â Winnie asked in surprise.At that, Harold chuckled lightly. Subsequently, he instructed, âGive the gun to her, Chris.âChristopher glanced at him without saying anything. He then went silent for a few seconds before handing Winnie the gun.In turn, Winnie took the gun. Before anyone had time to react, she clobbered him on the head with the weapon.At once, blood gushed out of Christopherâs head. He touched it, his eyes seemingly spitting fire as he glowered at her.Conversely, Winnie smilingly stuck the gun into his pants pocket. âWell? Do you still think that I deserve to die now? Donât look at me like that, for I wonât feel guilty.âGlaring at her, Christopher spun on his heel and stalked off without a single word.Winnie swept her gaze over him.
Then, she sat back down again.Tugging on the tablecloth, she used it to wipe the blood on her hand.
Only when she had done that did she say to Harold with a grin, âOkay, Iâm satisfied. We can talk about the formulation now.â