First Love Only? I Left Him First, Now the CEO Can't Let Go novel Chapter 322

Chapter 322: Chapter 322: Forced to Give Myself

After leaving the law firm, Jared Warren cautiously walked into the alleyway, looking back every few steps.

Although he felt he looked rather sneaky doing so.

Still, he was worried.

He was afraid someone would see him.

In the alley, Wendy Linton’s car was parked.

As soon as Jared got in the car, he growled at Wendy, "Miss, could you just leave me alone?"

Wendy sat in the driver’s seat, dressed provocatively as always. Her red blouse was semi-transparent, hinting at the bra underneath, and her tight leather skirt was short enough to reveal her thighs.

She wore heavy makeup, her hair was styled in large golden waves, and she casually glanced at Jared.

"Leave you alone? Attorney Warren, weren’t you quite comfortable that night at the hotel? How come you changed your tune so quickly? Truly heartless!"

Jared was so infuriated by Wendy that he felt like vomiting blood.

That night at the hotel, it was clearly Wendy who seduced him.

By principle, he should never disclose a client’s will.

Especially not Old Mr. Linton’s will.

But Wendy was too tempting that night, and he just couldn’t resist.

After the encounter with Wendy, Jared regretted it deeply.

But by then, there was no turning back, and he had already divulged the will’s details that Wendy wanted to know.

Jared thought it was a one-time trade, a one-off deal that would end after it was done.

He didn’t desire Wendy’s beauty enough to want more from her.

After all, Wendy in no way seemed like an easy-going person.

Jared, after all, was a somewhat renowned lawyer with his own law firm and a promising career ahead.

Yet...

The day after, Wendy suddenly demanded he alter the will.

Wendy offered herself up as leverage, asking him to forge a fake will.

Jared refused on the spot.

That afternoon, Wendy sent him a video on WeChat.

It was just a short clip showing him passionately kissing Wendy.

"What if I tell the old man and the media that you took advantage of me using your position, using the will as bait to make me submit to you?"

Jared was dumbfounded.

He never imagined Wendy could be so shameless.

"Attorney Warren... I don’t understand what you’re hesitating for? I’m just asking you to alter the will to leave all the inheritance to me, and I’m not asking you to commit murder. Is it really necessary to be this afraid?"

"Wendy Linton!"

Jared was seething with anger.

"Altering a will is illegal!"

"If you don’t tell, and I don’t tell... how could anyone find out?"

"Old Mr. Linton is still alive!"

"He won’t be alive much longer."

Wendy’s casual words made Jared’s scalp tingle.

"What... what do you mean he won’t be alive much longer?"

Wendy looked at Jared’s terrified face, her red lips smiling brilliantly and confidently.

She leaned over, drew close to Jared, and grabbed his tie with one hand.

Her lipstick slightly smudged onto Jared’s earlobe, and as he listened to Wendy’s whispers, his face grew increasingly ugly.

"You’re crazy!"

Wendy let out a cold laugh.

"As the saying goes... every man for himself."

As she spoke, she began undoing her semi-transparent blouse.

"Attorney Warren, do you really think just telling me the contents of a will entitles you to me?"

"..."

Serena squinted her eyes slightly.

"This hotel has changed hands three times, but never once have they served stir-fried beef ho fun."

"Ah... is that so..."

Dylan scratched his cheek.

"Then I must have remembered wrong... surely their signature dish is snail rice noodles."

Serena thought: Can’t you mention something a bit more normal?

"Alright, stop making excuses... The real reason you brought me here is for this, right?"

Seeing Serena extend her hand and point at the grand white grand piano in the center of the lobby, Dylan stopped pretending.

"That’s right! I want to hear you play the piano, please, please, please!"

Dylan tugged at Serena’s sleeve, like a child begging for candy.

"Alright!"

Serena’s sudden agreement surprised Dylan.

"But didn’t you say before..."

"That was then, this is now."

Serena smiled gently.

She had previously refused to play piano because it was piano that had led to Ethan White becoming a vegetative state.

Now that Ethan was doing well and by her side, her shadow over playing piano naturally vanished.

In fact, even after becoming the president of the Lockwood Group, claiming the identity of BYC, even establishing a standing in the business world.

The thing Serena truly loved remained to be the piano.

Dylan gentlemanly opened the piano lid for Serena.

"Please, Master..."

Serena, smiling, sat down before the white grand piano.

Meanwhile, Caleb Lockwood had just arrived at the entrance of Riverview Imperial when the sound of piano music reached his ears.