Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 5: Caught by Her Fiancé, He Punishes Her

Chapter 5: Chapter 5: Caught by Her Fiancé, He Punishes Her
Eleanor Valerius watched Sebastian Ford in a mess, while he remained loftily above.
If it weren’t for her playing those games of feigning indifference, Sebastian Ford wouldn’t have shown up here for her.
"Master Ford! Meeting you is truly an honor,"
Mr. Holloway hurriedly flattered, ignoring Eleanor Valerius kneeling on the ground.
Jenson Lancaster even directly claimed kinship to leverage support.
"Uncle, why did you come here?"
"You’re not married yet, it’s too early to call me uncle,"
Sebastian Ford squinted with a half-smile, as if only then noticing Eleanor Valerius, with a brief glance.
"What did you do to someone from my family?"
Eleanor Valerius realized, struggling to stand up, ignoring her reddened knees, first tidying her hair and clothes.
Though the finger marks on her face were evident, her makeup-free appearance still couldn’t conceal the pure beauty.
"Uncle, I accidentally fell myself."
"How can you be so careless?" Jenson Lancaster pretended to care for her.
Sebastian Ford’s gaze was deep, he suddenly spoke, "I don’t feel like drinking tonight, haven’t played cards for a long time."
Wayne Wainwright, although a playboy, was quite gentlemanly towards women.
In that situation just now, it was obvious they were bullying.
Following Sebastian Ford’s hint in his words, he pointed and said, "Perfect, four people; you all play cards with Master Ford and me."
"It’s an honor for us."
Jenson Lancaster and Mr. Holloway were sycophants.
The club manager arranged the best card room.
Sebastian Ford sat down, looked at Eleanor Valerius who followed in, and said nonchalantly, "You deal."
"Master Ford, Eleanor Valerius knows nothing, how can she have the qualification to serve you, she can’t do well and will spoil your mood," Jenson Lancaster expressed hatred towards Eleanor Valerius between the lines, flattering, "How about I have the manager arrange some pretty dealers for you to choose?"
"I know nothing; Jenson’s thinking is considerate."
Eleanor Valerius showed a docile demeanor of accepting everything.
She took a hit earlier, now she could still stand beside Jenson Lancaster with a radiant smile.
Her smile made Wayne Wainwright’s eyes sparkle.
The third miss of Valerius Family is indeed a beauty in the socialite circle; it’s just a pity her life isn’t smooth.
Even Sebastian Ford smiled.
What a happy life marrying into a wealthy family.
Eleanor Valerius’ words were all lies.
"Don’t make me say it a second time."
"Yes, uncle."
Eleanor Valerius knew Sebastian Ford was not easy to deceive; his presence here was caused by suspicions about her explanation.
"Perform well for me, don’t spoil Master Ford’s mood."
Jenson Lancaster secretly warned Eleanor Valerius.
Eleanor Valerius obediently walked over, starting to deal cards clumsily.
Jenson Lancaster and Mr. Holloway sat down, exchanged a glance; both Master Ford and President Wainwright are important figures they must curry favor with.
Sebastian Ford seemed genuinely interested in card playing.
Eleanor Valerius sat nearby, still breathing deeply with lingering fears.
She dared not think what consequences she might have faced if Sebastian Ford hadn’t appeared in time.
But she couldn’t guess what Sebastian Ford was thinking either.
The card game was very quiet.
Sebastian Ford, wearing the jade ring on his left hand, suddenly slapped Eleanor Valerius’ fair thigh with force.
The sudden "snap" drew everyone’s attention over.
Eleanor Valerius held her breath, widened her eyes in disbelief.
But Sebastian Ford even stroked her thigh, then lazily pretended, "Touched the wrong spot."
He withdrew his hand, placed it on his own leg.
Wayne Wainwright inexplicably smiled, unable to understand where Master Ford’s good mood came from tonight?
Grabbing a dancer in a bar earlier, accusing her of throwing herself, now touching the wrong leg.
Being this far apart, how could he possibly touch the wrong leg?
Hmm, but doesn’t this third miss of Valerius Family look somewhat familiar?
Jenson Lancaster glared over, scolding, "Eleanor Valerius, place your leg properly; it’s blocking Master Ford’s hand."
"..."
Eleanor Valerius was scared, her gaze flickering, hurriedly sideways shifted her leg.
Her heart was almost jumping out.
Sebastian Ford was intimidating her!
Did he know she deliberately lured him here?
With his vengeful nature, this kind of probing obviously meant to punish her.
"Deal cards."
Sebastian Ford didn’t even glance over.
Yet, Eleanor Valerius felt as if she had already fallen into his perilous zone, a captured prey.
The stakes for tonight’s card games were high.
After several rounds, Mr. Holloway, originally poor at cards, now was sweating profusely and trembling from losing too much.
"Master Ford is in great spirits tonight; don’t any of you say you don’t want to play anymore," Wayne Wainwright teased playfully.
Sebastian Ford’s long legs weren’t idle under the table either, accurately grazing Eleanor Valerius’ leg.
This time, without a noise, Eleanor Valerius’s spine stiffened, avoided his leg secretly while others weren’t watching.
Sebastian Ford became displeased suddenly, tossed the cards in his hand, lost interest in playing further.
"Wayne, help me see the guests off."
Eleanor Valerius was slightly taken aback.
He was angry?
"No problem,"
Wayne Wainwright cheerfully patted the dumbfounded Mr. Holloway, helping him up to leave.
Eleanor Valerius dared not relax, followed Jenson Lancaster to leave.
Since Master Ford personally instructed, Wayne Wainwright would surely entertain the infamous lustful Mr. Holloway.
Nobody knew that Mr. Holloway, who nearly went bankrupt, fled overnight in an ambulance.
"Miss Valerius,"
It was Mason Monroe, Sebastian Ford’s driver, "There’s a guest of Third Master Ford in the card room on the second floor who wants you to go help brew tea."
Eleanor Valerius’s hanging heart finally met its demise.
Indeed, caught between a rock and a hard place.
"Certainly!" Jenson Lancaster eagerly pushed Eleanor Valerius, "Master Ford requesting you to brew tea means he thinks highly of you; make sure you perform well for me."
He didn’t care what Eleanor Valerius was going for, as long as there’s sincerity, he could certainly cling to Third Master Ford’s golden leg.
Soon, Eleanor Valerius was taken by Mason Monroe to the seventh-floor lounge.
Inside, the lights were off, the neon light from the floor-to-ceiling window provided faint illumination.
Sebastian Ford’s tall silhouette stood at the window, his eyes unreadable.
"Uncle,"
Eleanor Valerius knew he was here for retribution, began acting compliant.
Sebastian Ford turned away, lifted the unlit cigarette in his hand, hinting to her.
She saw the lighter on the table, walked over to light his cigarette.
The light flickered in bright and dim.
Eleanor Valerius saw the crimson danger in Sebastian Ford’s eyes.
Suddenly, Sebastian Ford unexpectedly pressed her against the window.
Her back against the cold glass, her body slightly trembling, unsure whether from the cold or fear.
Eleanor Valerius had nowhere to escape, panic-stricken looked up at him.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Sebastian Ford pinched her with a cold smile.
"Pretty good at acting, aren’t you? Am I interrupting your threesome game or were you seeking a man to practice techniques with?"
Eleanor Valerius pretended to look frightened, she was indeed scared.
"I came to negotiate business with Jenson, didn’t expect you here, honestly don’t understand what you mean."
"You deliberately lured me here; how does controlling me feel? Pleasing?"
Sebastian Ford pressed her.
His large hands roamed over her body carelessly, as if interested in re-experiencing the probe.
"I didn’t."
Eleanor Valerius absolutely couldn’t admit.
Admitting might lead to him strangling her on the spot.
Yet, Sebastian Ford willfully mistreated her, she immediately tensed her spine, ears turning uncontrollably red.
She simply couldn’t control him, in every aspect...
Sebastian Ford suddenly lifted Eleanor Valerius’ leg.
"Hmm? You’re unwilling?"
"Master Ford, I am not worthy to serve you; your status is noble, doesn’t seem like you’d be interested in someone tagged with other men."
Eleanor Valerius dared not struggle vigorously against him.
"I’m not like that, but I am."
Sebastian Ford insisted she voluntarily admit.
"Third Master," Mason Monroe knocked outside, "Young Master Lancaster came, wants to see you."
Sebastian Ford saw Eleanor Valerius trembling in his arms, squinted, smiling.
"Let him in."
His fingers twined through her hair, clasping her nape.
Sebastian Ford leaned, fiercely kissing her lips.
Eleanor Valerius turned pale from shock.
This is his punishment!
Right then, Jenson Lancaster stood outside, pushed the door open, looked inside.
He saw...