Chapter 89

Felicia was at a loss for words. She knew this was going to happen.
She refused to give up and asked, “Can I wait here?”
William responded with a polite smile, “Suit yourself, Ms. Fuller.”
Felicia was rest assured, so she found a spot by a flowerbed and sat down. The sun hung high in the sky, and today’s weather was uncomfortably warm.
She rested her head on her hand and soon drifted off under the blazing sun. She ended up waiting for two hours.
Her back ached, and she was both tired and hungry. William reappeared and bowed slightly.” Ms. Fuller, Mr. Russell will see you now.”
She perked up. She stood up and followed William into the estate.
“Ms. Fuller, please,” William said as he led her to Stephan’s door. With that, he turned and left.
Felicia felt nervous about seeing him turn away. Was William leaving and not coming in with her?
She took a deep breath and walked in. She reminded herself that she couldn’t let one million dollars go to waste.
She glanced around but didn’t see Stephan. Instead, she heard the sound of running water from the bathroom.
Through the frosted glass door, she could make out the silhouette of a tall lean figure amid the steam. Just a quick glance at the posture, outline, and powerfully toned body was enough to make her heart race. The water stopped, and the bathroom door opened. Stephan stepped out.
His black hair was still dripping. Water trickled down his flawless face, and chiseled abs, and disappeared beneath the towel wrapped around his waist.
Felicia felt her face flush. As she looked away, she met Stephan’s eyes filled with an unreadable and amused expression.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned away.
The room fell silent. She could hear Stephan undoing his towel and tossing it aside. Then, there was the sound of him dressing up as the fabric slid against his skin.
Felicia’s face grew hotter. Sometimes, having a sharp hearing was a curse for her, especially when her mind automatically filled in details of the scene. Chapp
Thankfully, the process didn’t last long.
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Stephan asked in an indifferent voice, “What do you want?”
Felicia refused to turn around and explained the situation with the check using a low muffled voice. She spoke fawningly as if trying to please Stephan.
“Mr. Russell, I can’t cash the previous check. Can I get your help in issuing a new one?”
For some reason, she felt like Stephan’s voice grew colder. “That’s it?”
Felicia wanted to retort that there was no other possible excuse for her visit. But she dared not since she needed his help, so she could only respond meekly. “I’m sorry for the trouble, Mr. Russell.”
With that, she handed him the old check.
Stephan didn’t take it. He didn’t glance at it either. Instead, he simply said, “Bank account.”
It seemed that he didn’t want to bother with a new check and would rather transfer the to her bank account instead.
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Felicia was relieved. She quickly pulled out a piece of paper from her bag and wrote her bank account number.
Noticing the coldness on Stephan’s face, she hesitated for a moment.
Then, she pulled out a small bottle from her bag and handed it over with a flattering smile.” This is for you. It’s a scar-removal ointment.”
This was a special formula from Clive. Felicia had used it several times and knew that it was highly effective. No trace of the gunshot wound was found on her leg. Stephan had a scar on his shoulder from a previous injury. Felicia had inflicted the injury while she had detoxified him.
She noticed the scar was still there and was quite frightening although she’d just caught a glimpse earlier.
She was certain that her flattery would work. Then, she quickly made her exit after leaving the scar-removal ointment behind.