The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Poor Ethan, injured and still stuck with driving duty. His eyes ached, his back ached, his stomach ached - heck, his whole body ached. But with a tough woman like Lydia riding shotgun, complaining was the last thing he dared to do.

Ethan glanced over at Lydia as he drove. She was staring straight ahead, seemingly oblivious to his gaze. Yet, after he sneaked a few looks, Lydia suddenly spoke, "Keep your eyes on the road, or else why would I need your hands intact?"

She didn't even glance his way as she spoke, her focus remaining fixed ahead, yet she knew precisely when Ethan had been stealing looks. Hearing her, Ethan instantly straightened up, gripping the steering wheel tightly, not daring to let his eyes wander again. Just the mere content of Lydia's words was enough to scare him stiff. Was she implying the only reason she hadn't harmed him was to keep him as her personal chauffeur?

Ethan bit back his anger, choosing to quietly and obediently continue driving. The rest of the journey passed in silence, without even a glance exchanged between them. Eventually, they pulled up in the Gulfstream Community.

Ethan got out first, respectfully opening the passenger side door for Lydia. "Please, after you, Miss Lydia."

just lose my patience." With that,

he watched Lydia's retreating figure, he couldn't help but grind his teeth internally, cursing her, "Stuck-up woman, acting all high and mighty. One of these days, I'll make you bow down

stewing in his thoughts, Lydia suddenly stopped and turned, her eyes

obedience snapping back

you've been badmouthing me, I'll have

turned and continued on her way. Ethan was left sweating bullets, marveling at how terrifyingly intuitive Lydia seemed.

forehead, Ethan hurried to catch up. In the elevator, Ethan made sure to keep his distance,

gesturing for Lydia to enter with a respectful, "After you." He was being extra polite, terrified