Lyla wondered how much effort it took for Ariana to climb into Theodore's bed.

Were mistresses these days all so brazen?

Despite her jealousy, Lyla didn't want to admit it. After all, Ariana's sugar daddy was not just any man, but a wealthy and powerful young man like Theodore.

But then again, it didn't matter. No matter how handsome Theodore was, it was useless. He was just a cripple. Maybe he even had sexual dysfunction, like those men in novels who enjoyed sexual abuse.

In addition, someone as wealthy and influential as Theodore probably had numerous lovers. There was even a recent rumor that he had spent three days and nights with a girl in white at the southern suburb manor.

Ariana was just another plaything to him. How could he take her seriously?

Feeling relieved at this realization, Lyla forced an awkward smile and said to Theodore, "I didn't know you were here, Mr. Anderson. I'll pack up and leave now, so as not to disturb you."

She purposely avoided mentioning Ariana, hoping that Theodore wouldn't interfere with their affairs.

Doran, upon seeing his Lyla's ingratiating behavior and realizing who Theodore was, quickly changed his attitude. He stepped forward with courtesy and handed Theodore his business card, saying, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Anderson! I apologize for any offense earlier. Please forgive me. Here's my card. We'll be leaving now. I'd like to invite you to dinner another day..."

As Horace returned with a bunch of bags, a curious crowd gathered around, creating a strange atmosphere. With a surprised look, he inquired, "What's going on here, Mr. Anderson, Mrs. Anderson?”

When she heard the words "Mrs. Anderson," Lyla was stunned.

Who was Horace referring to? Did he make a mistake? She couldn't believe it.

Theodore's gloomy gaze rested on Lyla as he spoke.

"You think you can just leave after bullying my wife?"

Theodore's face was so scary that even Doran broke into a cold sweat. He wanted to take back the business card, but Theodore grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard.

Doran screamed in pain and the business card in his hand fell to the ground.

“You just grabbed my wife's collar with this hand, right?" Theodore's voice sounded like it came from the pits of hell. Large beads of sweat trickled on Doran's forehead.

"L.. I'm sorry."

Theodore snorted coldly and tumed to look at Lyla.

"Apologize!" he roared.