Rachel was in deep thought but soon came to her senses. "This is what I want," she said, the look in
her eyes unwavering.
Before Victor could respond, she continued, "So, Mr. Sullivan, I hope you won't bother me anymore."
She then looked away with her arms crossed.
"Rachel—"
"Oh, by the way, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it to your wedding with Miss Salazar. I'm sure you
wouldn't want me, your ex-wife, to be there, right? People love dramas, but I won't be a part of it. It's
also an insult to your future wife. I hope the two of you could live happily. If we're done here, then I'm
leaving. As for the Bennet Group's shares, you can think about it carefully and let Ivan negotiate with
me."
Rachel then gave him one last look before turning away and walking out.
Victor felt as if his heart was tightly gripped by a thorny vine. He stared at her when she walked away
resolutely. It was a heavy feeling, making him ache all over.
When Rachel opened the door to the ward, two bodyguards stood in front of her, blocking her path.
She was not in a hurry, and she just stared at the floor with her hands in her pockets.
"Rachel, return to Sue Garden and I'll give you the Bennet Group's shares." Victor's voice sounded
from behind her, gruff and deep.
Rachel turned to face him.
Victor approached her from the bedside with his head down. Despite the fact that he was still badly
injured, he didn't seem to care about it. She could clearly see her own reflection in his dark eyes when
she looked straight into it.
He reached out to grab her arm as if wanting to convince himself that this was the only way to feel her
existence.
Rachel took a step back and moved away from him as she felt his touch. "Mr. Sullivan, you really want
me to live in Sue Garden? Does that imply you want me to be your mistress?"
Victor's eyes widened, taken aback by her words. How could she say such words? Every single one of
them was like a slap in his face.
Mistress.
This was reality, as harsh as it was.
Rachel would never have said these words so openly in the past. But now, she was smiling speaking to
him as if nothing had happened. These remarks didn't seem unusual to her, and there seemed to be
nothing she couldn't accept.
No matter how ridiculous she had acted, Rachel had never accepted these remarks so quietly in the
past.
Where was she all these years? What happened to her after the incident? What kind of things did she
experience while staying off the radar? And why did she suddenly become so crass?
He had witnessed her jump into the sea with his own eyes four years ago. The search had lasted for
three days and nights. Just as the operations were about to give up, the body was eventually
discovered and had been analyzed and verified to be hers.
With such a meticulous process, how on earth was she able to hide it from everyone for four whole
years?
When Rachel married Victor, she had been thoroughly investigated. There was no one who could
assist her in fleeing Apliaria or even concealing her identity.
But he never believed it personally. There must be someone who helped her.
But who could it be? Was the person behind her disappearance a man or a woman? What kind of
relationship did they have with Rachel?
These were the questions that kept haunting him.
As his thoughts sank in, Victor instantly realized that he didn't know anything about Rachel. He had no
idea who she was four years before, and he had no idea who she was today. He believed that his
affection for her during the last four years was sufficient for him to know all of her. But he was wrong.
"What do you suggest we do? Do you want to trade Bennet Group's shares with me? It doesn't seem
such a bad idea, huh? After all, becoming your mistress should be a dream come true for a lot of
women, right?" Rachel added and sneered at him.
Something snapped inside of Victor. His face was devoid of any emotion.
"Why do you keep repeating such horrendous words? Do you really want to be my mistress so badly?"
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