Chapter 2 Wedding Night

"Sure," Zoey replied with a smile.

In just three hours, the Scott family efficiently handed her the marriage certificate.

Corinne gazed at the marriage certificate, her mind flooded with thoughts, when her phone suddenly rang.

A cold expression washed over Corinne's face as she glanced at the caller ID.

As soon as the call connected, the voice on the other end shouted, "Corinne, what's happening? Why did the Scott family retract the fifty million?"

"Huh!" Corinne smirked. "Uncle Robert, I've been meaning to ask, what were you thinking when you sold me off for three hundred million?"

Robert Gibson paused briefly before replying, "Corinne, everything I did was for you, for the company. I had no selfish intentions. It was my mistake not to inform you earlier. I've been racked with guilt ever since. I'd trade my life for your father's if I could."

Corinne fought back a laugh at Robert's audacity, her anger simmering beneath the surface.

She sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "My father's illness is because of you, isn't it? I have proof now, and I'll be presenting it for scrutiny."

Robert's breath caught at her words. How could she know? Yet he attempted to deny it. "Corinne, what nonsense is this? You've misunderstood me."

Corinne's smile turned icy as she ground her teeth. "I see through your scheme. You're aiming to snatch power at the shareholders' meeting and hog the proceeds from selling me off. But mark my words, your plot will crumble. Neither the money nor Gibson Group will be yours. I'll stop you at any cost."

"Bitch, you're slandering me! You'll regret this." Robert's voice, laced with frustration, came through the receiver.

Recognizing his refusal to even feign innocence, Corinne let out a cold chuckle before ending the call.

She promptly tasked her father's confidant with submitting the audio recording. However, the evidence only hinted at Robert and Mathew's schemes to seize control of Gibson Group and betray her.

Their involvement in her father's illness lacked direct evidence, necessitating a more elaborate strategy than initially anticipated.

Distressed, she rubbed her forehead and hugged herself tightly.

Later that evening, a servant brought a bowl of fertility-boosting soup and asked her to drink it.

"Go inside," the servant urged, pushing her into the room. "Mrs. Scott, please attend to Mr. Scott. We've administered a special drug to him, so please consummate the marriage as soon as possible."

Under the servant's watchful eye, Corinne reluctantly drank the soup before being ushered into the room.

She glanced towards the bed where a man lay, dressed in white attire with black trousers. Under the soft glow, his features were finely chiseled, his jawline sharp and defined, as he lay in silence.

Corinne hadn't anticipated that the renowned heir of the wealthy family not only hailed from privilege but also possessed striking good looks. Sadly, he had fallen into a vegetative state.

Yet had he not been in such a state, she likely wouldn't have had an opportunity to come near him.

She was adorned in a delicate gauze nightgown. Upon consuming the bowl of fertility-enhancing soup, she sensed a powerful warmth engulfing her entire being.

Clearly, the fertility-boosting soup was no ordinary concoction.

She recalled the servant's instructions.

Then she contemplated the $300 million reward.

She approached the man sleeping in the bed. His pale face bore a flush, suggesting he had ingested the special medication.

Corinne's heart raced, a surge of adrenaline coursing through her. Taking a deep breath, she cast a nervous glance at the man. "I apologize. It's just protocol. Besides, you won't feel anything. I'm sorry!"

With that, Corinne cautiously straddled the man's body, their temperatures mingling.

She fumbled with unbuttoning his clothes, her fingers betraying a flustered demeanor, unmistakably revealing her lack of experience.

After more than ten minutes, she finally succeeded in unbuttoning the man's shirt.

His sculpted physique, broad shoulders, trim waist, and defined six-pack abs captivated Corinne, fueling the fire within her.

Her throat tightened as she uttered, "I'm starting, Mr. Scott. Please prepare yourself."

From that moment on, Corinne was no longer preoccupied with admiration. The internal fire threatened to engulf her at any instant.

As she sat down, sudden pain ripped through her, causing her to scream uncontrollably, sweat pouring down her face.

Corinne trembled violently.

As she prepared to push herself up and proceed, she locked eyes with a pair of cold, dark orbs.

Corinne's heart raced, her voice catching. "You..."

The man swallowed, his dark eyes fixed on the disheveled woman before him.

His expression was as cold as ice, his lips moving to command, "Get off."