Tempting Him to Lose Control

Chapter 55: Chapter 55: Dr. Warren, My Hand Hurts

A bright red handprint instantly appeared on Howard Kendall’s face.

He stared at Claire Kendall in disbelief, a monstrous rage igniting in his eyes.

"You bitch, are you crazy? How dare you fucking lay a hand on me?"

He pointed at Claire Kendall, seething with fury. "Believe me, I can make sure your mother dies in that hospital right now!"

"You shameless bitch! I want that partnership with Ethan Lynch, and you’re going to land that project with Mr. Holt for me, or else..."

"Or else what?" Claire Kendall cut him off, her voice ice-cold.

She took a small recording pen from her bag and pushed a button.

The red light blinked on, and Howard Kendall’s greedy, oily voice filled the air...

Chloe Kendall, standing to the side, added fuel to the fire. "Sister, why are you so guarded around your own family?"

"Dad was only saying that for your own good. Mr. Holt might be a little old, but older men know how to spoil a woman. If you get with him, you’ll be living the high life. What’s so bad about that?"

She leaned in, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "It’s certainly better than sleeping around with random guys after Jacob Sinclair dumped you, isn’t it?"

Claire Kendall shot her a sidelong glance. "Since you’re so eager to be spoiled, why don’t you marry him?"

"Howard Kendall, be at the hospital at nine tomorrow morning to sign the surgical consent forms. Otherwise, I’ll be delivering this entire recording to Ethan Lynch."

She curled her lips into a cold smile. "If Mr. Lynch finds out you’ve been playing him like this, do you think he’ll still want to work with you?"

"You—"

Howard Kendall panicked. His eyes bloodshot, he lunged forward, trying to snatch the recording pen from her hand.

"What are you standing there for? Grab the recorder!"

Chloe Kendall was right behind him.

Claire Kendall turned to flee, but Howard Kendall grabbed her wrist.

She clutched the recorder tightly as Chloe tried to pry her fingers open.

In the chaos, she was pushed to the ground.

Howard Kendall bent down, picked up the recorder, and grinned a triumphant, savage smile. "Trying to play games with me? You’re still too naive."

"Let’s see what other tricks you have up your sleeve!"

A deep, sharp voice sounded from the foyer.

"Quite a lively scene at the Kendall residence."

Everyone in the living room turned their heads at once.

A tall, handsome figure stood there. He was dressed in simple black clothes, yet he seemed to exude a frightening pressure.

Miles Warren walked in and stopped in front of Claire Kendall. He bent down, reached out a hand, and helped her up... The movement was gentle, strangely familiar.

A flash of surprise crossed Claire Kendall’s eyes. ’What is he doing here?’

She immediately lowered her head. When she looked up again, her eyes were brimming with unshed tears of grievance and restraint.

She rubbed her arm. "Ow, that hurts..."

Miles Warren glanced at her elbow, which wasn’t even slightly red, and a faint flicker passed through his eyes.

’She’s really getting into this role.’

He didn’t expose her, instead stroking her arm gently. "Did they hit you?"

Claire Kendall sniffled, her eyes red, and nodded.

Chloe Kendall, watching from the side, couldn’t stand it.

’Why is she always surrounded by these exceptionally handsome, charismatic pretty boys?’

Chloe Kendall sashayed forward, her voice dripping with venom. "Well, well, look what we have here. Another knight in shining armor?"

"Sister, your skills at seducing men are truly masterful. One Ethan Lynch wasn’t enough, so you had to hook another one."

She looked Miles Warren up and down, noting his plain clothes with undisguised contempt on her face.

"This one’s just a pretty face, though. What can a useless pretty boy like him do for you...?"

Before she could finish her sentence,

Howard Kendall slapped Chloe Kendall so hard she saw stars, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

He turned to Miles Warren, his face a mask of terror, and bowed deeply.

"Mr... Mr. Warren... What... what brings you here?"

His sycophantic smile was uglier than a grimace. "This wretched girl is blind and ignorant. She doesn’t know any better. I’ll be sure to teach her a lesson."

He kicked Chloe, who was collapsed on the floor. "Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Warren!"

"I’m sorry, I was wrong, Mr. Warren, I’m so sorry..."

Chloe Kendall babbled incoherently. Seeing her father’s bowing and scraping, she realized she had provoked someone far above her station.

"Give it to me," he said.

Howard Kendall froze for a second, then realized what he meant and hastily offered up the recorder with both hands.

"Mr. Warren, here you go. Please don’t take any of that nonsense just now to heart."

Miles Warren took the recorder and handed it to Claire Kendall.

Claire Kendall’s eyelashes fluttered. She didn’t take it, but instead opened her slightly reddened palm. "My hand hurts, too."

"Then what should we do?"

Her tone was petulant. "I don’t care. I want him to be hit in return."

Miles Warren glanced down at her palm, then at Howard Kendall’s swollen face, and understood everything.

He looked up at the ashen-faced Howard Kendall, who was slumped on the ground, and spoke calmly.

"Did you hear her?"

"Mr... Mr. Warren..." Howard Kendall gritted his teeth. "Her hand is clearly..."

’...red from slapping me.’

Meeting Miles Warren’s sinister gaze, he didn’t dare say another word. He closed his eyes, steeled himself, and slapped himself hard across the face several times.

The aggrieved look vanished from Claire Kendall’s face, replaced by a flicker of satisfaction in her eyes.

Miles Warren took out a document and tossed it on the floor.

"I’ve had a professional institution evaluate Shirley Kendall. They have determined that she is not legally incompetent. She can make her own decisions about her surgery. She doesn’t need you as her nominal guardian."

Standing beside him, Claire Kendall was slightly stunned. ’When did he start preparing all this?’

Miles Warren took Claire Kendall’s hand. "Let’s go."

Howard Kendall glared viciously at their departing backs, his face stinging.

"Dad, Dad, are you okay?" Chloe Kendall scrambled over to him, feigning concern, but he shoved her away.

"Useless trash! Look at that wretched slut, actually managing to hook the heir of the Warrens of Aethel!"

Howard Kendall sneered. "But it doesn’t matter. The chairman has already agreed to let me invest in that project with a nearly 200% return!"

Chloe Kendall looked worried. "Dad, what kind of project is that profitable? It’s not a scam, is it?"

"Hah! What do you know? Even the hospital director’s daughter invested. How could it be fake?"

Howard Kendall’s voice was full of venom. "Once the Kendall Group is successful, I’ll make them get on their knees and beg me!"

「In the car.」

Claire Kendall sat in the passenger seat, her head bowed, maintaining her pitiful, damsel-in-distress act.

Miles Warren tapped a single finger on the steering wheel and tilted his head. "Are you going to keep up the act?"

She blinked. "What act? I was being horribly bullied. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have even gotten the recorder back..."

Miles Warren suddenly leaned in close, his hand reaching for a button on her clothes with a light flick.

He plucked off a miniature camera.

He was expressionless. "If Howard Kendall had caved because of the recorder, you could have walked away clean. If he didn’t, you’d still get your evidence."

"Legally speaking, video is more compelling evidence than audio."

Claire Kendall took the miniature camera back from his hand, her voice soft and coy. "So Dr. Warren saw right through me. But..."

Her fingers began to wind around his tie, coiling it again and again.

"You saw through me, but you still helped me. So, Dr. Warren... you’re falling for me, aren’t you?"

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