As Eddisonâs wife, she could actually ask who Sierra was at the moment, but she eventually stayed silent.
âLetâs get in the car!â
When they walked to the car, Eddison opened the car door for her.
She shook her head, saying, âItâs okay, you can go and attend your lecture. I can go back by myself.â
He repeated, âGet in the car!â
Rachel no longer insisted. Since she was a child, Bianca had been teaching her that as a refined lady, she should always be her husbandâs support and take care of their children wholeheartedly. In particular, she shouldnât argue with her husband.
When a disagreement arose, she should respect her husbandâs decision.
In fact, there was once a time when she questioned that idea. However, later onwards, she gradually accepted that ideal.
It was not until Eddison had sent Rachel back to the apartment that he went to the lecture.
However, Rachel had a strange feeling in her heart. Nevertheless, she was in no mood to dwell on it.
It was because she had to start applying for her further studies.
The reason she had come abroad was not solely because she wanted to keep Eddison company. She had always wanted to pursue further studies in design.
The university that Eddison was in at the moment was quite renowned for its art and design courses. Therefore, her family had also arranged for her to study there. However, they had not asked for her opinion before they did so.
As soon as Rachel arrived home, the assistant sent over the application form and all the necessary documents.
She started preparing for her application.
â¦
It was already dark when Naomi woke up.
After she came to her senses, she felt that the back of her neck was in pain. Only then did she remember what had happened before. Subsequently, she got up in a hurry.
She turned on the bedside lamp, and she noticed that she was in Culverâs house in Greene City.
Moreover, she was in the room she had been staying in previously. That was why she could recognize it at first sight.
It turned out that Culver had instructed his bodyguards to knock her out and bring her back to the place.
Naomi subconsciously stood up and wanted to leave. Unexpectedly, there was someone blocking her way as soon as she opened the door.
It was a woman, who was in her forties, and her face was unfamiliar to Naomi. She was wearing a business suit and she didnât seem friendly at all.
There were a few suited men standing still behind her.
Hearing the sound of the opening door, they all turned around simultaneously and looked at Naomi.
Naomi got a fright. âItâs already late at night. Why are you all standing here instead of sleeping?â she asked.
The woman introduced herself, âHello, Miss Naomi. My name is Winnie Clarke, and Iâm the butler of this villa from now on. You can be rest assured that Iâll take care of you. Now, are you hungry? Iâll ask the servants to prepare supper for you immediately.â
Naomi was furious, âAre you sure youâre taking care of me? I think youâre just here to keep watch on me, arenât you? Youâre up heer in the middle of the night, because youâre afraid Iâll run away, right?â
Winnie didnât retort at all as Naomi continued her rant. After Naomi finished speaking, Winnie smiled.
She asked, âMiss, what kind of supper do you like?â
Naomi was at a loss for words.
It seemed that Winnie had taken no notice of her indignation.
Naomi was infuriated by her attitude.
She was neither submissive nor compliant. If they were willing to enter into negotiations with her, maybe she would become softhearted. However, they were disregarding her need for freedom, causing her to feel oppressed. Hence, she resolved to fight her way out.
Without answering Winnieâs words, she bumped into her shoulder and directly walked out of the bedroom.
Several bodyguards behind Winnie came up and surrounded Naomi.
âMiss, please stay here.â
In the afternoon, she had been knocked out successfully by them because she had lowered her guard. At the moment, she was watchful and she wouldnât let the same move work twice.
Upon hearing that, she rubbed her wrists and waved her hand at them contemptuously.
âCome on, Iâll fight you all at once.â
There was silence in the corridor.
Nobody answered her.
They just stood there and none of them made a move.
Naomi frowned, âWhat do you all want? If you donât start the fight, then Iâm going to do it!â
After that, she went straight up and punched the person in front of her.
These bodyguards were all well trained, hence their skills were refined. She had been caught off guard in the afternoon that day, thus she showed them no mercy.
What she didnât expect was that the man failed to fight back.
Naomiâs punch landed firmly on his face.
He took half a step back and stabilised his body before looking back at her.
Naomi was mystified, âWhy didnât you fight back?â
The man remained quiet.
Naomi gritted her teeth and said, âYou guys donât want to talk, right? Iâll continue then. Letâs see if my punches can make you talk!â
Then, she threw a punch at another man. It was just that she held back a little this time, and her punch was lighter. As expected, the other man did not fight back either.
Naomi was flummoxed as she asked, âWhat are you guys doing? You donât want to fight me, do you? Well, Iâll leave then!â
However, the man stepped forward again to stop her.
Naomi was speechless as she said, âYou donât want to fight me, yet youâre not letting me go! What do you mean by this? Iâll give you two options. Fight me. If I win I get to leave, if not just go back and sleep. Why are you guys wasting your sleep? Itâs the middle of the night!â
Winnie finally said, âMiss, save your strength. They wonât fight back! They were punished by Mr. Olsen for knocking you out during the day. Their job is to ensure that you stay here. They wonât fight back no matter what.â
Upon hearing that, Naomi took a careful look at the bodyguards. Indeed, she saw that there seemed to be some bruises and scars on their faces.
Culver knew that she was softhearted and that she would not make things difficult for these bodyguards. What a despicable, shameless human being! She couldnât help cursing Culver in her mind.
âWhereâs Culver? Why is he asking the bodyguards to block me here while he himself is hiding? If he is a true man, he should come out and fight me one-on-one. Whoever wins will make the call!â
Winnie shook her head and replied, âMr. Olsen has fallen asleep.â
âHow dare he sleep while he locks me away in this house? Youâre not going to call him, are you? Iâll call him myself then! Culver, show yourself!â
Winnie hurriedly dissuaded her from shouting, âMiss, please donât make so much noise here.â
Naomi didnât care. She was about to shout again when she heard a manâs voice say, âJust let her shout!â
It was none other than Culver.
It seemed that he was really sleeping just then. He had just gotten out of bed. He was wearing a pair of dark gray silk pajamas, and his hair was disheveled.
Winnie quickly stepped aside and said, âSir, Iâm sorry to have woken you up!â
âItâs alright. You all can go back and have a rest!â
Hearing that, Winnie cast a glance at Naomi before she looked back at Culver and nodded.
âYes, sir!â
Naomi became a little flustered somehow, âIâve called you out for a one-on-one fight, so why did you ask them to leave?â
Culver smirked and said, âNo reason! Arenât you going to fight me one-on-one? Now, itâs just the two of us. How do you want to do this?â
Naomi was at a loss for words.
She was left alone with a man in pajamas in the corridor. Something felt off to her.