Chapter 5 Substitute Me for a While.

Without any mercy, Kyle forcefully shook her hand off. He was strong, causing Mia to slip and hit her head hard on the corner of the bed.

"Ah..." Blood started to flow as she let out a painful cry.

But Kyle didn't even look back. It was as if he had no connection with what had just happened. Indifferently, he walked out, taking long strides.

Outside the master bedroom, Dylan, the butler, was waiting unexpectedly. "Mr. Harris?" he said as Kyle came out so quickly.

"See her off," Kyle succinctly replied, leaving no room for question.

"Just like that? Weren't we supposed to bring Miss Stewart back within an hour?" Dylan couldn't understand. "And what about the appointed conception time..."

Annoyed, Kyle frowned, loosening his tie, and casually said, "Postpone it."

Damn it, he had been filled with desire, but now it was all gone!

..........

Doris had found an old phone in the room that hadn't been used in a long time. She was planning to charge it and make an emergency call when she suddenly heard the voice of a servant downstairs.

"Mia is back!"

Doris immediately got up, opened the door, and rushed downstairs—only to find Mia in a disheveled state, sitting on the sofa, trembling.

Doris was shocked. "Mia, what happened to you? Where are you injured?" she asked.

As she approached, she noticed a large opening on Mia's forehead. The blood had already dried up, leaving behind a red and swollen wound. Mia was covered in blood, with scratches and cuts on her arms and back...

It looked as if she had been brutally tortured!

"How did it happen like this?" Doris gasped, "Did that sick man hurt you?"

Indeed, that man was nothing more than a scum! He actually laid his hands on a woman!

Mia didn't speak, she just cried. Sofia was extremely worried and pulled her, asking, "Stop crying! Quickly tell us, did Mr. Harris find out? Did you expose your plan?"

"Sofia!" Doris forcefully removed her hand.

"Look at Mia, she's so badly hurt. You're still concerned about these things. Get the driver to bring the car over and take her to the hospital."

"Doris..." Mia suddenly spoke up, grabbing Doris's hand and looking up at her with red eyes, "Doris, I can't go anymore. I'm so scared. Doris, please, help me..."

Doris froze, looking at her sister full of tears—

They had been relying on each other since their mother passed away. When they were young, they used to share a bed, so their bond was indeed deep...

"Doris, are you still a virgin?" Mia pleaded, "Mr. Harris can surely tell if a woman is pure or not. If he finds out, I'm done for... Doris, I don't want to die. Please help me, even if it's only for a while. After I get rid of the child and recover, we can secretly switch back..."

Looking at Mia's tear-stained face, Doris furrowed her brows tightly. Her thoughts were complicated, and she couldn't bring herself to say a word of refusal...

But she was relieved that it seemed like Kyle had forgotten about this matter.

Half a month had passed without any news from the Harris family. For Doris, at least, this was a relief. She silently prayed that the lunatic would crash his plane and never appear again!

............

A little over half a month.

In the evening, at the Captivating Night Club.

Doris entered the private room wearing a knee-length skirt, with a white bow tied at her waist, carrying a tray.

Working here paid well, but there was no option for taking leave or getting sick. Doris's good friend, Zoe Turner had suddenly faced an issue and didn't want to get fired, so she begged and pleaded with Doris to help cover for her for one night...

Inside the luxurious private room, smoke filled the air, and men sat in their respective places, each accompanied by at least two women.

An ambiguous atmosphere hung in the air.

Doris felt a bit repulsed by this kind of environment, but she had to endure it. She approached the Italian-style sofa, bent down, and placed the drinks next to the man.

"Here you go, Sir." Doris spoke in a slightly rigid manner, trying her best to sound soft. Her voice was naturally pleasant to hear, and in this moment, it became even more crisp and sweet.

The man, a company boss, had been burying his face in another woman's bosom but couldn't help lifting his head upon hearing her voice. He looked at Doris standing in front of him.

Doris lowered her head, her long black hair cascading down without being tied up. It complemented her fair and delicate complexion, resembling a blooming white lotus, pure and gentle, yet exuding a sense of sublime beauty.

Just standing there, this high-altitude flower of a woman could make any man want to pluck her!

Sure enough, the boss was taken aback by her beauty, clicked his tongue, and said.

"It's such a waste to have such a beautiful woman serving drinks here. How about spending the night with me? I'll give you fifty thousand dollars. What do you say?"

Doris frowned with disgust, adopting a cold and formulaic tone. "I'm sorry, sir. If you don't have any other requests, I'll go and serve elsewhere."

After saying that, she turned around to leave, but the boss grabbed her wrist and pulled it forcefully. Doris stumbled and fell onto his lap...

The tray in her hand clattered to the ground, and a small glass of tequila spilled over, staining the leather shoes of the man sitting next to boss.

The boss panicked and quickly put on a flattering smile. "I'm sorry, Mr. Harris. I disturbed you. Let me clean it for you..."

Mr. Harris...

Doris trembled all over as she heard the name, suddenly raising her head to look in his direction. She saw a handsome and arrogant looking man sitting on the nearby single sofa, his long legs stretched out.

He held a cigar between his slender and attractive fingers.

His peach blossom eyes were naturally slanted, revealing a devilish and alluring gaze as he coldly met her gaze.

Damn it! Doris cursed inwardly. How could she run into him here?!

This was simply too unlucky! She immediately lowered her head, praying that he hadn't recognized her...

However, her hopes were dashed as Kyle's deep and icy voice sounded, "Whoever made the mess will clean it."

The boss, who was about to help clean his shoes, froze, and looked towards the person he had forcibly embraced in his arms.

The woman in distress exclaimed, "Hurry up and go help Mr. Harris polish his shoes!" Doris furrowed her delicate brows but didn't want to make a scene.

She broke free from the boss's grasp, picked up the tissue from the table, and crouched down to clean Kyle's shoes.

However, Kyle suddenly moved his foot away and said, "Lick them clean."

Doris froze, thinking she must have misheard him. What did he just say?

"The tissue isn't clean," he condescendingly remarked, "My shoes are dirty, and you can't afford to compensate me."

An anger surged within Doris as she remembered Mia's bloodied face and the humiliation she had endured from him that night. She took a deep breath and asked with a forced smile, "Sir, do you care about these shoes a lot?"

Kyle smirked and replied, "It's just a pair of shoes." With his immense wealth and countless possessions, he naturally didn't care.

Doris continued, "Since you don't care, why demand them to be licked clean? Do you enjoy wearing shoes covered in a woman's saliva?"

Kyle squinted his eyes slightly. The boss was taken aback by her attitude and broke into a cold sweat, "You, are just the server, stop talking nonsense!”

Doris stood up and faced Kyle, who was still sitting. This time, she towered over him and looked down at him as she spoke.

"People with status should understand how to respect others. Only then can they deserve the admiration of others. That's the difference between humans and animals."

She was subtly mocking him for behaving more like an animal! As her words fell, Kyle's pupils suddenly contracted, and his gaze turned piercing.