Chapter 2

Fiona left the company and went straight to Darwin's house.

Most of the time, Darwin would be with her at the place he arranged for her or in the secretary's lounge.

Fiona didn't come there often, and she didn't have many things.

She packed carefully, making sure she hadn't left anything behind before she felt at ease to leave.

Then, she returned to her apartment. She began organizing her work notes and some tasks that needed to be handed over and preparing her resignation letter.

The handover of the secretary's work wasn't a big issue. The troublesome part was a large infrastructure project she had been responsible for following up on last year. It was her first time handling such a big project, and she had put in a lot of effort. Now, quitting halfway, she was worried it might affect the project's progress.

A sleepless night and yesterday's dry heaving made Fiona a bit uneasy.

Her best friend, Thalassa Carey, who had returned from studying abroad, also insisted that Fiona looked too frail and had repeatedly urged her to get a check-up.

Finally, Fiona decided to take half a day off to queue at the hospital for a check-up. She then received the dreadful news that she was eight weeks pregnant.

Fiona composed herself and returned to the company with her prepared resignation letter, heading to the CEO's office.

Just as she was about to knock on the door, she heard the teasing voice of Darwin's friend, Wyatt Durham, from inside. "Darwin, you're getting married. What are you going to do about Ms. Woods?"

Inside, there was a brief moment of silence, followed by Darwin's cold voice. "Nothing, business as usual."

"She's willing to be your mistress?" Wyatt asked.

"If you pay enough, why wouldn't she be?" Darwin's tone was full of mockery and disdain.

Fiona stood there, her heart aching sharply. She had initially sold herself to Darwin, and in the end, in Darwin's eyes, she was just a commodity that could be renewed for play if the price was right.

"Really?" Wyatt's voice suddenly became high-pitched with excitement. "So, if I offer a higher price than you, would she sell herself to me?"

Just as Wyatt finished speaking, Darwin's assistant, Henry Clark, called out from outside the door. "Ms. Woods?"

Fiona turned and nodded at Henry, then knocked on the office door and walked in.

Wyatt fell silent.

Then, he squinted his charming eyes and greeted her with a warm smile, "Hello, Ms. Woods."

Fiona felt disgusted by his earlier words and ignored him. She walked straight to Darwin, who looked at her coldly and with obvious displeasure in his eyes.

"Mr. Solomon." Fiona looked at Darwin. She didn't want to pretend to be gentle and obedient for another second.

She handed over her resignation letter with dignity. "This is my resignation letter."

Darwin looked at her coldly. "What do you mean?"

"Five years ago, we agreed that I wouldn't be a mistress. If you got married, I would leave." Fiona put down the resignation letter. "I will hand over my work and unfinished projects as soon as possible. I won't disturb you and Mr. Durham any longer."

After speaking, she turned and walked out.

As she passed the astonished Wyatt, she stopped.

She looked at Wyatt coldly and firmly answered his earlier question, "I won't sell."

By the time Wyatt came to his senses, Fiona was already gone.

Wyatt looked at Darwin in shock. "Was she your delicate 'Ms. Woods'?" Darwin stood up, radiating anger, and strode out.

There was a hint of panic and confusion in his eyes that he hadn't even noticed.

He definitely remembered the agreement he had with Fiona. Over the years, she had been completely obedient to him, no matter how outrageous his demands were, so he never thought that his getting married would actually make Fiona leave.

Fiona didn't like to drag things out. She returned to the secretary's office and immediately began the handover process.

However, as she turned around, she saw Darwin, full of coldness, following her in.

"Mr. Solomon, is there anything else you need to explain?" Fiona looked at him, no longer gentle and obedient.

Darwin's face became gloomy even more. "Fiona, haven't I been good enough to you? What are you making a fuss about?"

He stepped closer to Fiona, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

Fiona's face turned a bit pale. She instinctively took a step back, trying to distance herself from Darwin.

However, Darwin stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back in front of him.

"Mr. Solomon, you get married, then I leave. This was our agreement five years ago," Fiona said in a low voice.

Darwin sneered, "So, twenty million dollars and that villa aren't enough, right?"

Fiona's body stiffened. She thought of what Darwin had said earlier that if he paid enough, she wouldn't refuse to be; her stomach churned again.

She struggled hard to free her arm, wanting to escape from this man who humiliated and trampled on her. "Darwin, let go of me!"

"Fiona, stop playing hard to get. Just name your price." Darwin's tone was icy, and he gripped Fiona's wrist so tightly it seemed he might break it.

Fiona gave a bitter smile.

Even now, Darwin thought she wanted to leave because he hadn't paid enough. Just like in the beginning, Fiona didn't want to sell herself. But later, when the money was sufficient, she obediently climbed into his bed and let him play with her. So, it must be that the money wasn't enough. She couldn't possibly want to leave him.

Fiona looked at Darwin. Over the years, she had always been clear-headed, remembering that she was just a stand-in. All of Darwin's tenderness and affection were for someone else, not her. If she had indulged even a little, she would be utterly devastated and in unbearable pain right now. Fortunately, she had guarded her heart and hadn't lost herself.

"Darwin, I'm done with this! Do you understand?" Fiona glared at him angrily. "My mother was driven to death by a mistress. I would rather die than be one."