CHAPTER 10

The gun was still pressed against Andy's head, but he saw how composed Irene was, so he decided to drop his worries for now and trust her.

Seconds later, Irene and the intruders left.

There was a black Rolls-Royce parked outside the gate.

Irene sat in the back seat without hesitation.

The men in black were sitting in the driver's seat and the passenger seat respectively.

Slowly, the car drove away.

Irene looked at the passing scenery in silence.

All of a sudden, a phone started ringing.

The man in the passenger seat answered it.

His voice remained stoic, but he sounded respectful this time.

"Mr. Chavez, we've picked up Miss Morgan."

"I see. Good job."

'Mr. Chavez? Is he talking to Ivan?'

At this point, Irene confirmed that these men were sent by Lennon.

"But why does Lennon want to see me? Doesn't he loathe me? Is he not satisfied by how much he humiliated me that day?

Is that why he had me kidnapped? To take me to him and beat me up again?"

Irene tapped her thigh with her fingertips, wondering how she would protect herself from Lennon later.

She then went through all the things that happened between the real Irene and Lennon in their two years of marriage, trying to figure out a way to solve this problem.

And before Irene realized it, they had arrived at the destination.

One of the men in black got out of the car, opened the back door, and said to her, "Here we are."

She got out of the car and looked up.

Astonishment flashed through her eyes for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure before anyone could notice.

This was not Lennon's villa.

It was an independent three-storey building built using a classical Nordic style of architecture.

Soon, Irene remembered where this place was.

This was the most popular hair salon among the ladies in the upper class of the city, and its name was Gardenia.

As far as she could remember, this wasn't her first time here.

One of the reasons why upper-class women liked this place was because the country's best stylists worked here.

Aside from that, the hair salon only received one client a day.

Irene's first-ever visit to this place was two years ago on her wedding day.

But it might not even count as a wedding. Their families just had a simple meal to put on a show for Lennon's grandmother.

Moments later, someone came out of the building.

"Hello, Miss Morgan. I'll be your stylist for today. I'm Eva Myers."

The woman was dressed in a white dress. Her hair was tied up, and she was smiling at Irene.

Just then, Irene was even more confused about what kind of trouble Lennon was going to make for her.

She then glanced at Eva, but she didn't say a word.

Fortunately, Eva didn't mind her cold attitude.

"Please follow me," she gestured for Irene to come in.

Based on the expression Irene wore at this moment, it was hard to read what she was thinking.

Not a minute later, she strode towards the building.

Upon seeing that, Eva overtook Irene and led the way.

Irene was led into a room, where Eva asked her to take a seat and began applying makeup on her face and doing her hair.

When she was done, it was already six o'clock in the evening.

Irene had no idea what Lennon wanted from her. All she could do was sit and wait.

There was a knock on the door and Eva walked over to open it.

Irene was sitting with her back to the door, but through the mirror, she could see the two men who brought her here standing at the doorway.

"It's time," one of the men said curtly.

"She will be ready in a few minutes," Eva nodded.

Irene drummed her fingers on the table as Eva closed the door and came over.

"Miss Morgan, time to change into your outfit for the night."

Irene turned to Eva, blinking in astonishment.

"Who asked you to dress me up?"

"Mr. Marshall, of course," Eva said, her polite yet weirdly unsettling smile never leaving her lips.

"Do you know why?" Irene was desperate for the slightest piece of information about what Lennon had in store for her.

Eva averted her gaze and made a sweeping gesture.

"The staff here respects the customers' privacy."

Irene looked at Eva searchingly for a while longer, then stood up and walked towards the fitting room.

A single dress was hanging inside.

Irene's eyes hardened at the sight of it, her expression inscrutable.

She stayed there, staring at the dress for a few moments.

It was all clear now, what Lennon wanted from her.

This flimsy piece of clothing was all the proof she needed.

Eva's voice came from behind her.

"Mr. Marshall asked me to pass on a message. He wanted you to know that your lawyer's firm doesn't have a license.

He also wanted me to tell you that he wouldn't mind informing the authorities on your behalf."

Irene's heart almost stopped beating.

She had really underestimated Lennon.

How on earth did he find out so many things about Andy in such a short time?

His message was clearly a threat.

If she didn't go along with his plans, Lennon would make sure that Andy paid the price.

Not to mention that Irene would have trouble with the will. She could end up losing her inheritance.

Which meant she was at Lennon's mercy.

Irene gritted her teeth as she looked up at the hateful dress.

Clenching her fists, she said in a low voice, "I'll put it on."

"You have five minutes," Eva reminded her kindly.

At these words, Ivan, who was standing by the door, looked up.

The man that spoke was a renowned businessman, one that Lennon wanted to work with.

He was also the host of this party.

This business deal was critical to the Marshall Group's profit from the next quarter of the year.

It was a project that would cost billions of dollars of investment, so Lennon had to attend the party in person.

Ivan's eyes never left the businessman.

'So arrogant!' Even if the Marshall Group was in search of investors, this man's company wasn't the only choice.

The fact that Marshall Group's searching for new investors didn't necessarily give the man the right to be arrogant in front of Lennon.

If Lennon wanted to, he could destroy this man, as he had the might of the Marshall Group behind him.

Leaning against the sofa, Lennon stayed completely expressionless, ignoring the provocation.

He sipped his wine, looking completely at ease.

The businessman's face darkened when he saw that his words had no effect whatsoever.

It seemed that Lennon didn't take him seriously!