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“What do you want?” Aspen snapped the moment she picked up. “Calling at this hour-don’t you think that’s incredibly rude?”
Kingsley smirked. “It’s barely past eight-how is that rude? Or wait… are you with some pretty boy over in Blumedale right now? You two in the middle of something?”
Aspen was furious and shouted, “You’re disgusting, Kingsley! Do you think everyone’s as shameless and horny as you are? I’m at a yoga class, and it’s with a female instructor. So if you’ve got nothing useful to say, don’t go running your mouth.”
Kingsley’s tone stayed flat. “Yoga’s good for you. I heard it’s a real man-slayer. Anyway, let’s cut to the chase. Two things. First-what’s the update on the Rhodes family?”
Aspen sneered. “What, you nervous now? Hmph. Kenny just wrapped up the funeral for Michael, so things are winding down over there. It won’t be long now before it’s officially over.
“And his eldest daughter, Sherilyn-you know, the Goldings’ daughter-in-law- she’s already making moves. Word is, she’s pulling every string she has to flatten Jayrodale and bury you.”
Kingsley replied indifferently, “If the Goldings show up, I’ll kill every last one of them. Second-check your account. I just wired more money for the new company’s operations. Use it wisely.”
With that, he hung up. He thought she was getting bolder by the day. It had only been three days without a smack, and she was ready to tear the roof off.
That spoiled heiress of the Bridgefields Snees family had barely landed in Blumedale before she started acting out again. At this point, Kingsley figured he would have to go there soon and put her in her place.
If he did not, she might really have the guts to burn through his money like it grew on trees.
At that exact moment, Aspen was doing yoga. As a high-society heiress with big ambitions and zero tolerance for mediocrity, she never wasted a second of her day not even after work.
Dressed in tight-fitting yoga pants, Aspen followed her instructor’s guidance, lifting one leg high in the air as her graceful curves stretched into full view.
Yoga, though originally a philosophical practice from Asaimo, had become something entirely different in modern Holtrien. In theory, it was supposed to promote health and mindfulness reality, it had become in
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hyper-sexualized.
Nowadays, if you scrolled through any short video platform, every clip of someone doing yoga came with an endless stream of thirsty comments.
“Ms. Aspen, something bothering you?” her instructor asked, gently pressing down on Aspen’s raised leg, bending her deeper into the stretch.
The move put her body on full display-hips elevated, legs fully spread, suspended mid-air like a living sculpture.
Aspen winced slightly from the stretch but forced a small smile. “I’m fine, don’t worry.”
But in her mind, she was screaming-hurling every insult she could think of at Kingsley. ‘Tyrant. Capitalist pig. Arrogant asshole. Absolute menace…’
Aspen silently swore that she was going to escape his clutches one day.
The instructor, Lily Williams, replied calmly, “Yoga is a practice that helps you relax. It’s about becoming one with nature and your own body and mind. What it values is harmony between humanity and nature-letting things flow naturally.
“Ms. Snees, your mind is clearly unsettled today. I think it’s best we end your session here.”
Aspen thought for a moment, then nodded. “Alright. Thank you, Ms. Williams. I’ll come back tomorrow.”
Lily smiled, then suddenly pointed outside the studio and said, “That gentleman is waiting for you again with flowers, Ms. Snees. It’s pretty obvious-he really likes you.”
Aspen turned her gaze toward the glass doors at the front of the studio. There stood Seth, holding a bouquet, dressed sharply and polished like a spoiled, wealthy heir straight out of a TV drama. His eyes glowed as he looked at her.
His expression was calm and elegant, with a refined sort of charm. If she were a young girl fresh out of college, she might have been completely swept off her feet.
Aspen thought scornfully, ‘He’s nothing but a wolf in sheep’s clothing pretending to be some kind of gentleman! He might fool others, but not me. If he wants to stare, then go ahead and stare all he wants. He can look all day, but he’ll never touch, let alone have me.’
Seth always seemed to show up wherever she went-especially during her yoga sessions.
At first, Aspen did not think much of it. She assumed it was just another case of a man who could not take no for an answer.
Over time, she began to notice something off. Whenever she wore yoga leggings and moved through different poses, seductive and elegant in her own right, Seth would stand outside the glass doors, watching as if completely hypnotized.
One day, she even caught a shocking sight-he was visibly aroused. From that moment on, any minor curiosity or tolerance Aspen had for Seth turned into full- blown disgust and revulsion.
Still, she did not kick him out or snap at him. She continued to let Seth show up and trail her around like he always did.
Part of it was because she could not afford to offend the Haywood family. But deep down, Aspen had a plan brewing.
Maybe just maybe-Seth could become a way to get the Haywoods involved and help her escape the trap she was in. That said, the idea was not fully developed yet.
After all, the Snees family of Bridgefields was practically a sitting duck. One misstep and Kingsley could wipe them out in the blink of an eye. So, she had to move carefully, playing the long game.
After changing, Aspen pulled her sheer stockings up to the top of her smooth thighs, slipped on a pair of white flats, and tucked the high heels she had worn to the office earlier into a bag. For the final touch, she threw on her cream-colored trench coat.
Just like that, Aspen walked out of the yoga studio looking like the picture of an elegant, powerful woman in the city-stylish, seductive, and undeniably magnet
Several other students, both men and women, could not help sneaking glances at her.
Whether she was arriving or leaving, Aspen had become the most eye-catching presence in the studio.
“Aspen, you look amazing!” Looking as charming as ever, Seth ran a hand over his perfectly gelled hair and handed her the flowers with a lovestruck smile.
Aspen did not take them. She shook her head and replied, “Mr. Haywood, thank you for the compliment, but you should know by now that I don’t like getting flowers. Especially since we’re both single-people are going to get the wrong idea.”
Seth’s tone was full of conviction. “Aspen, you do know how I feel about you, right?”
Aspen could not help but laugh to herself. Men in Blumedale really were something else-being a player here took skill, and this one clearly had it down to an art.
Seth spouted romantic lines like a pro, sounding so sincere it was almost believable. Compared to him, Kingsley might have been a brute with zero charm who only knew how to exploit her, draining every ounce of energy she had left.
Nonetheless, at least Kingsley was not fake-what you saw was what you got. Meanwhile, this charming heir from the Haywood family was starting to feel downright repulsive.
“Mr. Haywood, I’ve told you more than once-there’s no chance between us,” Aspen said, her voice firm.
“You should know I’m not even free right now. Honestly, my body doesn’t even belong to me. While I appreciate your feelings, you’re just wasting your time.” She let out a sigh as if she was tired of repeating herself.
Seth’s face turned cold as he said with conviction, “Aspen, tell me-who’s the bastard? The one controlling you, hurting you-what’s his name?
“Just give me a name. I swear, if I don’t get you out of this hell, then I don’t deserve to call myself a man.”
Aspen gave a bitter smile and shook her head. “Honestly? You’re not even close to being his match.”
Seth’s face turned red with frustration as he scoffed, “The Haywood family is one of the Five Apex Families in all of Blumedale. As far as I know, the one keeping you trapped is some lowlife from a backwater place like Jayrodale.
“If you’re telling me that some nobody from a dump like that is beyond my reach, then that’s the biggest joke I’ve ever heard!”
Aspen did not bother arguing. She had learned by now that when it came to Kingsley, the less said, the better-any slip could bring him crashing down on her again like a storm.
“It’s getting late, Mr. Haywood. Please head home. I need to rest,” she said, hinting for him to leave.
Seth looked wounded, his voice soft, as he pleaded, “Aspen, don’t you see how much it hurts me to see you pretend to be so strong? Sometimes I think-if I could just find the man behind all this, the one pulling your strings and crushing you… I’d make him regret ever being born.”
Aspen replied flatly, “You’d better not even think like that. Otherwise, the one regretting everything might end up being you.”
Seth still wanted to prove he was someone powerful, not taking the mystery man seriously at all. After all, his target was to pursue Aspen, whom he believed was his golden ticket to wealth.
To him, once the Haywood name entered the game, anyone would be forced to bow down like a lapdog.
Just then, a small group arrived in a rush, cutting off his moment of bravado. “Ms. Aspen Snees?” a man called out, stepping forward. “We’re with Gabo Bank.”
The one leading the group was a middle-aged man with a bit of a belly, but his presence was anything but soft. He introduced himself with quiet authority, “I’m Tyler Jones, President of Gabo Bank.”
Aspen’s eyes widened in shock. Gabo Bank was not just any bank-it was the financial powerhouse of Gabo Creek, second only to the country’s national banks. In fact, if you looked at local cash flow, Gabo Bank was number one in the entire region.
After all, it was founded in Gabo Creek, built into its very soil. And Tyler Jones?
His name carried weight-he was practically a legend, controlling the financial heart of the city.
“Mr. Jones, may I ask what brings you here?” Aspen asked quickly, not daring to be rude.
Off to the side, Seth looked stunned. He had not expected someone like Tyler to show up for Aspen as even the head of the Haywood family treated Tyler with respect.
“Ah, Mr. Jones! Great to see you again!” Seth said, trying to sound humble. “I’m Seth from the Haywood family. We met at a Blumedale networking event-I even toasted with you!”
He figured this was the perfect moment to show Aspen just how influential he was, riding on the Haywood name.
However, Tyler did not even glance at him. Instead, he frowned slightly and said sharply, “Young man, I’ve got urgent business here. Don’t get in the way.”
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Tyler said plainly, “Seth? To be honest, I don’t know you, and I definitely don’t remember ever having a drink with you. So please, don’t make up stories like that.”
He was still polite about it, but the message was loud and clear.
Seth’s face flushed with heat. Tyler had not yelled at him, but his tone made it obvious he wanted Seth gone.
He was not even acknowledged, let alone remembered, and the drink? A total lie. His attempt to show off had backfired hard, and the shame burned worse than any public embarrassment.
Nonetheless, Seth did not have the guts to argue back. All he could do was step aside awkwardly, watching as Tyler turned his full attention to Aspen.
Tyler said respectfully, “Ms. Snees, your new company in Blumedale recently opened a corporate account with our bank, correct? A transaction just hit that account earlier today, and I felt this matter was serious enough that I needed to confirm it with you personally.”
Aspen frowned, thinking it over. The new transfer must have been from Kingsley, the devil himself. He probably sent more money to help her expand the business.
She nodded and smiled. “Yes, I was expecting a transfer. I knew one was coming in advance. But Mr. Jones, it’s really not necessary for you to come all the way out here. Did something go wrong?”
Tyler’s expression turned serious. “No, nothing’s wrong. But I had to come because the amount transferred was simply too massive, and I couldn’t sit still.”
Aspen’s eyes widened. “Too massive? I actually don’t know the exact figure. Mr. Jones, could you tell me now?”
Kingsley had only said he had transferred more funds, not mentioned a number. Aspen had not bothered asking before, but now that Tyler had brought it up, her curiosity kicked in.
Tyler took a deep breath and said heavily, “It was 40 billion Not a penny short. A clean, precise 40 billion dollars. According to federal regulations, a transaction of this size has to meet strict criteria, and your transfer passed every single one.
“The money landed in your account without a single flag or violation, so I had to come in person. Ms. Snees, your company is now one of our bank’s top-tier clients.”
Even bank presidents did not always get to sit behind a desk all day. When it came to VIP clients, the kind who moved billions like pocket change, they had to hustle.
And standing in front of Tyler now was exactly that kind of client.
Aspen stood frozen, completely stunned. Her mind went blank. Back when Kingsley had wired her ten billion to launch her company in Blumedale, she was already floored.
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But now? He had followed up with another 40 billion, bringing the total to 50 billion.
She wondered what Kingsley was trying to do. Was he trying to shake up the region’s entire financial structure or playing some high-stakes power game?
Aspen could not figure it out. All she knew was that her palms had started to sweat uncontrollably-Kingsley was far more terrifying than she had ever imagined.
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