The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife

Chapter 527 You're My Dream

"Who are you talking to?" A voice erupted while Oliver was putting his phone away.

Startled, Oliver jerked around and saw George standing behind him. "What brings you here today, dad?"

George harrumphed. “Don't try to hide from me. I know you have summoned a group of torture experts here." He paused for a moment, looking in the direction of the interrogation room before he continued." Spill the beans. What the hell is going on with the woman inside the interrogation room?"

Oliver gritted his teeth. Julian had told him not to tell anybody about Susan's condition yet.

"I can’t tell you now, dad. Could you wait a few days?" Oliver said, earning himself an eye roll from George.

He raised his hand, giving Oliver's head a blow and his cheek a slap.

"Dad! How many times do I have to tell you not to hit me like that? I’m a grown-up, and you..." Oliver snarled gloomily.

George raised his arm and smacked his head once more. "I’m still your father no matter how old you are. Now, tell me honestly, what happened in Africa and what are you hiding from me? If you say no, I’ll post a nude photo of you from when you were still a kid on the army bulletin board.”

George was curious. Oliver and Joseph had given him every detail about the Dark Night Agency and what had happened in Africa the moment they had arrived in Canada. Also, Canada had already begun to negotiate with other countries to launch an all-out attack on the Dark Night Agency.

This was considered big news. However, George had no idea why, but he had a hunch that Oliver was hiding something even bigger from him. That was why he had gone there, as he was curious about it.

Oliver was speechless.

He did not know why he had a dad like George. The fear of having his nude photo exposed beat his promise to Julian.

Oliver shilly-shallied for a while before he spilled everything to George in the end.

George’s face changed numerous times after he heard what Oliver told him. They already had the remedy for the Errol Virus, so he had thought Susan would be able to get through it this time. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

He had not expected that Willa would have something like that up her sleeve.

"I have been torturing her for four days, but her lips are tightly sealed," Oliver said, sounding disappointed in himself. “Do you have any suggestions, dad? We must not let that woman get her way!"

If Willa got what she wanted and Julian married her, not only would that break Susan's heart, but there was also a probability that she might make exorbitant demands in the future with this trump card in her hands.

George could not come up with a better idea either. He could only grit his teeth and say, "Aren't there three days left to go? Tell the experts to give it their best shot and make the woman open her mouth within three days!"

They were at their wit’s end, so Oliver could only nod in assent.

The moonlight was calm as a water pool.

Inside the hospital, Julian held Susan securely in his embrace. Neither of them spoke.

After a long while, Susan raised her head to look at Julian. Then, she pouted and said," Julian, I've been staying here for a long time. I'm feeling much better now, so can I be discharged from the hospital?"

Even though the hospital was lavishly decorated, it lacked the warmth of a house. Most importantly, she was homesick.

"Let's stay for a few more nights. What if you have a fever again like last time?" Julian said sternly.

"It was just an accident. Maybe I caught a cold that day. I promise you I'll be more careful next time," Susan said softly.

She did not want to stay in the hospital any longer.

Sadness crossed Julian's eyes. He tousled Susan's hair and said, "Taking precautions is always better than seeking a cure. Just hang on a little longer, okay?"

Julian always gave her everything she wanted. It was rare for him to be so persistent, so Susan could only drop the thought.

Julian coiled his arms even tighter around Susan.

Time flew by rapidly.

Willa was sitting in a gloomy room alone with a manic light in the depths of her eyes.

Her body was covered in wounds, and a sharp pain would shoot through her whenever she attempted to move.

However, she was laughing.

Oliver had been watching her around the clock. When he saw her laughing, he lashed out angrily, "What the hell are you laughing at?"

"What am I laughing at?" The grin on Willa's face broadened. "I'm laughing at you, of course! You can't do anything to me.

Today is the seventh day, and if nothing goes wrong, the virus will re-emerge tomorrow."

"You..." Oliver approached her and lifted her up from the ground.

Willa smiled in return. "Do you want to kill me? Do it then. If I die, Susan will not be able to live either. Then, I won't be lonely down there.”

"In your dreams!" Oliver suppressed his anger and hissed coldly, "Susie will be alright. She'll live, while you will be going down to hell."

"Kill me then." Willa did not back away. Instead, she moved her naked neck closer to him.

Her face was filled with determination.

Oliver's breathing grew heavy.

"General.” A soldier came in at that moment. "Mr. Shaw is here. Do you want me to let him in?"

Julian!

Willa's eyes glowed up.

The man had come in the end.

"Let him in," Oliver instructed him.

Very soon, the soldier led Julian in.

Light filtered into the room when the door was opened.

Wills had been staying in that gloomy room the entire time. She squinted, letting her eyes adjust to the light's intensity as she scanned greedily Julian, who was silhouetted against the light.

The man had finally come.

The moment she saw him, she told herself that all this suffering would be worth it if he became hers.

"Why are you here, Julian? Has something happened to Susie?" Oliver asked nervously.

Julian shook his head. "Susie is fine at the moment."

Oliver let out a long sigh of relief.

Julian looked at Wills and said, "Could we have the room to ourselves? I'd like to talk to Willa alone."

Oliver did not say anything. He gathered all his people and left the interrogation room.

He closed the door to the room, leaving Julian and Willa inside.

As she looked at Julian, Willa’s lips broke into a dreamy smile. "Have you come to see me, Julian?"

A surge of disgust manifested in Julian's eyes. He did not answer her question. Instead, he asked expressionlessly, "Are you sure you don’t want to say anything?"

He scanned Willa coldly.

Oliver’s men had not gone easy on her at all.

After being tortured for so many days, Willa looked like a battered rag doll. However, her eyes were still glowing bright with insanity.

"Well, this is my only chance to make you mine. What do you think?" Willa smiled. "I already told you that I'm willing to die for you."

Julian furrowed his brows at Willa, who was behaving like a maniac. "I don't think I have ever responded to you before. Why do you love me so much?"

Julian found the woman a little strange.

He had never reciprocated her feelings when she had still been Isabelle Shelby. What’s more, he was the one who had destroyed her life. Therefore, he did not understand why she would still love him so much.

'Has she gone crazy, or was she born a lunatic?’ Julian thought.

"You don’t understand." Willa looked affectionately at Julian. "You are my dream." 'What the hell?' Julian did not respond to Willa, as he listened to what she wanted to say.

"When we were still kids, you were the bestlooking boy I had ever seen. However, at the time, you only played with Susan and kept ignoring me. I tried my best to get close to you but to no avail. That's when I began to feel jealous of Susan,” Willa said softly. "Then, I met you again. At first, it was your status that attracted me, but as soon as I found out that you were that little boy, the feeling of jealousy began to grow until it turned into obsession in the end. Many people can sacrifice everything for their dreams, and you are my dream. You are something that is more important than my own life. Even though you destroyed me before, I still want to make you mine. I’m helpless when it comes to my own

obsession.