Mr. Lamont's Mysterious Lover

Standing outside the presidential suite of a hotel in Soulas were two women.

One was slender and beautiful, while the other's face was contorted in anger.

"Sheila, as long as you go in and sleep with that fat bastard tonight, you won't have to worry about your brother's medical bills for the first stage of treatment," Winnie Newell hissed, yanking at the other woman's hair violently.

Hearing this, Sheila Newell, stopped struggling and bit her lower lip anxiously.

She was the adopted daughter of the Newell family. Because she looked very similar to the Newell's biological daughter, Winnie, she had been hated and humiliated by the latter ever since she moved into their home. It was normal for Sheila to be abused like this, but this time, Winnie had gone too far.

Winnie was actually asking her to sell her body like a prostitute!

But thinking about her terminally ill brother, Ivan York, Sheila smiled bitterly and finally nodded. "Fine, I'll do it." Although Ivan was not her biological younger brother, she had been treating him as one.

Trembling slightly, Sheila reached for the door knob to the presidential suite and opened the door.

The room was dimly lit.

The darkness and eerie silence magnified her panic tenfold.

Sheila clenched her fists and walked inside furtively. She was so nervous that all the color drained from her face.

Trying to keep calm, she fumbled in search of the bed. Suddenly, the strong smell of alcohol wafted into her nose as the shadow of a tall person shrouded her. Sheila was so scared that she didn't even dare to breathe.

"Who let you in here?" The man's magnetic and hoarse voice rang in her ears.

Sheila swallowed and forced herself to calm down.

But before she could come up with an answer, the man picked her up impatiently and threw her on the bed.

In the blink of an eye, his burning hot body climbed on top of her and his dry lips were pressed against hers.

The man's sudden attack put her in a daze. She was unable to react at all. She could do nothing but lie there lifelessly until the man sucked away all of the air in her lungs.

Feeling suffocated, Sheila could no longer pretend to be calm and pushed the man's chest hard.

But the man's big hands pinned her wrists down.

"Don't worry. I'll be responsible for you."

The cold words jolted Sheila back to reality. Thinking of Winnie's orders, she finally gave up resisting and let the man do whatever he wanted.

Sheila squeezed her eyes shut and held back her tears, clenching the sheets underneath her and biting her lips to endure the suffering.

How she wished all this were a dream!

When the man was finished, he finally rolled off of her.

It didn't take long before he fell into a deep sleep.

After making sure that the man was asleep, she climbed out of bed stiffly and quickly put on her clothes.

Just as she was about to leave, she paused and turned to look at the man on the bed dubiously.

Didn't Winnie say that he'd be a fat and ugly man?

But the sleeping man was incredibly fit. His features were nearly perfect, as though he was carved by a master.

Did she sleep with the wrong person?!

But she pushed her doubts to the back of her mind. Anyway, she had done what Winnie asked her to do.

Sheila quickly turned off the lights and quietly exited the room. Once outside, she took out her phone and dialed Winnie's number.

"It's done. You promised me..." Sheila's voice trailed off. She felt too embarrassed to finish the words. It made her sound like a cheap slut.

Winnie's sharp and shrill voice sounded from the other end of the line. "Ivan's medical fees have been sorted out. If you let another soul find out about what happened tonight, I'll kill your brother myself."

Without waiting for a response, she hung up.

Sheila stared at her phone blankly. The strange, tingling feeling in her body kept reminding her of what had just happened. Winnie didn't have to worry about Sheila telling others about this. The latter didn't want others to know about tonight either.

Not long after Sheila left, Winnie, dressed in a body-hugging dress with a slit up to the side, quietly opened the door of the presidential suite.

The following morning, Gerald Lamont awoke to the sound of running water.

As soon as he sat up in bed, the bathroom door was opened. He absentmindedly looked in the direction of the sound.

The woman had just taken a shower and was wrapped in a bath towel, her wet, wavy hair hung loosely around her waist. There was a small mole right next to her eye, which added to her charm.

Gerald could vaguely remember what happened last night. In a nutshell, he had slept with the woman by the bathroom door.

But for some reason, Gerald felt that the expression in her eyes was somewhat frivolous, different from that of the girl last night. The woman he slept with was obedient and cute.

Noticing Gerald's gaze, Winnie tightened her grip on the bath towel around her body, looking shy and flustered.

"You're awake?" she bit her lower lip and asked timidly. "Last night..."

Gerald pursed his lips coldly. "What's your name?"

"Winnie. Winnie Newell." Winnie lowered her head, pretending to be timid.

"I'll take responsibility for what happened last night. But first, my driver will take you home. We can talk about the details later."

Hearing this from Gerald himself, Winnie felt relieved.

Although she had no idea why the man in this suite was Gerald and not the fat, sleazy director, she felt ecstatic. Gerald Lamont was the richest man in all of Soulas and an eligible bachelor. All the women wanted to be with him, but none were as lucky as Winnie.

She hid her excitement and pretended to nod obediently. "Okay."

After Winnie left, Gerald stood up and was about to take a shower, but something dazzling caught his eye.

He squinted at it curiously.

Lying on the bed was a blue sapphire hexagram ear stud that stood out against the wrinkled white bed sheet.

He walked over, picked it up, and looked at it carefully.

Did it belong to that girl?

----

Sheila dragged her tired, dirty body back home and wanted to take a shower, but the aggressive butler stopped her.

"I've been looking all over for you, you bitch! Where have you been?" the butler scolded, planting her hands firmly on her hips.

Although Sheila was an adopted daughter, no one in the Newell family household took her seriously. Everyone could beat, scold, and boss her around.

Recalling Winnie's warning, Sheila fell silent.

But her attitude only served to make the butler even angrier. "Where are your glasses? Do you want to be beaten again?"

Although Sheila looked a lot like Winnie, Sheila's eyes were more beautiful and charming. Whenever she smiled, she looked very devastatingly attractive, unlike Winnie, who paled in comparison to her.

Therefore, according to Winnie's rules, Sheila was required to wear black-framed glasses. Anyone who saw her in violation of the rules was allowed to slap her.

Sheila immediately took out the glasses from her bag and put them on. The black frames partially concealed her beauty, rendering her pretty eyes somewhat ordinary.

The butler glared at her and gave her a few more warnings before she finally turned around and left.

After taking a shower, Sheila was preparing lunch when she saw Winnie come home and walk towards the kitchen.

Sheila didn't want any trouble and decided to avoid her, but Winnie blocked her way.

"Sheila, thanks to you, I'm going to marry into a rich family!" Crossing her arms in front of her chest, Winnie looked at Sheila smugly.

Yesterday, she had planned to ask Sheila to sleep with a fat director in her place so that she could land a role in his film. But she didn't expect that Sheila would accidentally sleep with the drunk Gerald Lamont.

Winnie walked up to Sheila and pinched her cheeks condescendingly. "You little bitch, you are so lucky! You spent a night with Gerald, the richest and most powerful man in Soulas!"

Sheila's face turned pale. It turned out that the man who held her in his arms and whispered in her ear last night was...

Gerald Lamont, the richest man in the city and a son of the noble Lamont family.

"In a few days, Gerald will meet with our family to discuss the engagement. If Dad asks you to come, you are not allowed to go. Do you hear me?"

Winnie warned Sheila, her tone turning fierce once again.

"Okay, I won't go." Sheila pushed Winnie's hand away and agreed to her request without a fight. Truth be told, she just didn't want to see that man again.

Sheila was more exhausted than usual today, so she was in no mood to deal with Winnie. "If there's nothing else, I'll go back to my room first. Lunch is ready."

After saying that, she ignored Winnie's sneer and turned to her room.

Just as she was about to climb into bed, Sheila touched her earlobe subconsciously and was stunned for a moment.

One of her earrings was missing!

This particular pair of earrings was a gift from Ivan. He had them custom-made for her using his very first salary. They looked like a pair of sapphire snowflakes, and his name was engraved on the back.

Albeit reluctant, Sheila took off the remaining earring and carefully tucked it away in a box.

She didn't want others to find out that she had lost her earring.

A few days later, Sheila went out of her room, only to find a well-dressed Winnie and her parents, Miranda Newell and Enoch Newell.

Enoch waved at Sheila with a smile. "I was just about to send someone to tell you! The Lamont family sent us an invitation. They're asking us to meet them at a hotel to discuss the engagement date. Would you like to come with us?"

Winnie, who was standing behind Enoch, shot Sheila a meaningful look.

Seeing this, Sheila smiled at Enoch and shook her head. "Thanks, Dad, but I'm not feeling well. I'll sit this one out."

"Oh, alright. You should get some rest."

Enoch didn't insist. He just patted Sheila on the head and then left with Winnie and Miranda.

When they were gone, Sheila called her agent, Saul Larson.

Although Winnie had paid for Ivan's medical bills for the first stage of treatment, Sheila would have to pay for the rest. Since the other members of the Newell family weren't at home, she seized this opportunity to find some work.

"Saul, do you have anything for me?" Sheila bit her lower lip anxiously.

"There are a few films being shot right now, but I haven't found a suitable job for you," Saul said slowly. He knew Sheila's situation. After a slight pause, he said with some hesitation, "But there's this one job at a hotel that you might be interested in. They're looking for a receptionist, and the pay is good. Do you want to try your luck there?"

Sheila nodded without hesitation. "Yes. Please send me the details."

"Okay, I'll text you the address. You can go there directly." After hanging up, Saul sent her the address.

Looking at the hotel name on her phone screen, Sheila suddenly had an ominous premonition.

It was the Court Hotel-one of the top hotels in Soulas!

Could this be the very hotel where the Lamont family was meeting the Newell family? Sheila gulped nervously.

But she tried comforting herself by reasoning that there were countless hotels in Soulas. Besides, Saul was already in talks with the hotel staff. After hesitating for a while, Sheila bit the bullet and decided to rush to the hotel.

When Sheila arrived, she was taken to the locker room to change into a uniform. Because she was good-looking, the manager arranged for her to receive the customers at the door.

As soon as she was stationed at the door, a black Bentley pulled to a stop in front of the hotel.

Seeing this, Sheila immediately bowed to welcome the client.

When the car door opened, a pair of well-made and expensive leather shoes came into Sheila's view. She raised her head with a smile and was about to greet the guest when she met a pair of dark blue eyes. Instantly, the smile at the corners of Sheila's mouth froze.

Damn it! It was him!

Memories of that night resurfaced in her mind-the sound of the man panting, the picture of their bodies intertwined, and the scent of alcohol...

Traumatized, she began to tremble uncontrollably.

Sheila forced herself to calm down. She lowered her head and stammered, "W-welcome to the Court Hotel, sir."

Gerald frowned and looked at the bowed woman in front of him. "Winnie? What're you doing here? And why are you in uniform?"

"I... I'm sorry, sir. You've mistaken me for someone else..." Fearing that he would recognize her, Sheila lowered her head again and averted her gaze quickly.

But Gerald approached her, looking at her curiously.

He had to admit that although this woman looked very much like Winnie, she was a bit prettier. If he hadn't known that Winnie was from a well-off family, he would've wondered if she was playing some sort of prank on him.

But it seemed that the second this woman saw him, she was panic-stricken. This made Gerald feel strange. Frowning slightly, he ordered, "Raise your head."

He wanted to see if she really was Winnie's doppelganger.