"I don't want this kind of thing to happen again. You were lucky tonight that you met a good guy. Next time things might end up different."

“I know," Ariana replied, her voice quiet.

Theodore, still not satisfied, continued, "So, you should keep a low profile from now on. Try to avoid wearing provocative dresses Like that if you want to avoid men like Jett."

Ariana's mind went blank before it hit her. He blamed her for attracting a pervert by wearing a revealing dress.

Enraged at this accusation, she fired back, “That's bullshit! Are you seriously blaming me for what happened? I can wear what I like. How dare you!"

Just then, the car stopped and Ariana climbed out, slamming the door behind her.

Theodore rarely found himself being contradicted. He stared at her back as she walked away, slightly displeased.

Horace couldn't keep his thoughts to himself, and asked, "Boss, why don't you just tell her it was you who saved her? Instead, you scared her. You got Lucky that Kenny had enough time to alter the video before she noticed the camera."

Theodore snorted, “She needs to learn a lesson."

Horace glanced at Theodore in the rear-view mirror. He wanted to say something but stopped himself.

“If you have anything to say, just say it," Theodore said as he leaned back in his seat.

Horace licked his lips before turning his head toward the back seat.

“Boss, could it be that you're jealous? Otherwise, why would you care what she wears?"

Theodore stiffened. Then the photo Adrian had sent him came to mind. His throat became dry all of a sudden. He swallowed.

Horace continued, "Maybe, your problem is not with Ms. Edwards clothes. You just don't want other men seeing how beautiful she is." Horace mused, as he studied his boss's expression.

Theodore sneered at this.

“You're overthinking it. She's simply my possession. You'd better keep an eye on her. I want to know what she's planning."

"Yes, boss." After this, Horace kept silent. He didn't dare to say anything else.

“Let's get out of the car," Theodore said. As he reached for his coat, his eyes narrowed. His left wrist was covered in red scratch marks. *

When Ariana got home, she took a long shower, rubbing her skin clean until it was raw. Even after this, she still felt disgusted. When she closed her eyes to try and sleep, her mind filled with images of Jett that she desperately wanted to forget.