Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

In the bedroom on the other side, Roy Lewis was focused on the conversation on his screen.

“Hey, sponsor, are you there?”

“I’d like to join forces with you against the Dunn Group. Interested?”

Heh, this hacker, whom he still hadn’t been able to track, was intriguing!

He unscrewed a water bottle, took a swig, then slowly typed a few words, hit enter, and sent it.

“Let’s hear it!”

Roy Lewis couldn’t explain why, but normally, once each case was completed, he would immediately extricate himself, never getting involved in any of the affairs or disputes.

But this hacker, whom he temporarily referred to as “Margareth”, was much more interesting than the others right from the start.

Like right now, he had actually initiated contact with him, and from his concise yet obviously holding-back response, it was clear that this ‘Margareth’ was no ordinary code geek. His mind was quite agile, and his thoughts seemed far-reaching. What surprised him even more was that Margareth’s understanding of the Dunn’s family and his determination to ruin them had far exceeded his expectations.

“What exactly did the Dunns do to you?”

He just casually asked.

Unexpectedly, the other party answered just as casually.

“Vengeance for my father’s murder and child theft!”

Roy Lewis had seen plenty of enmities in wealthy families, some cruel, but no one ever boldly talks about it.

So, he assumed that ‘Margareth’ was just deflecting his question, and didn’t take the answer seriously.

“Fair enough, hope you get your revenge soon.”

It was after 5 p.m., Richelie Dunn finally finished discussing some details with the sponsor. Looking disheveled in her homely attire, she stretched lazily and yawned as she left her bedroom.

Then, when she saw Roy Lewis, spotlessly dressed, coming out of the door across from her, she froze like a sloppily carved statue.

Roy Lewis blinked, and after a moment, as if he couldn’t believe his own eyes, he incredulously scanned her from her fluffy, disheveled hair to her bare feet.

Then, he couldn’t help but smile at the corner of his lips.

“Have you finished your paper?”

Richelie Dunn felt so embarrassed that she wanted to become a mole and dig a hole to escape quickly or hold a hand grenade and explode on the spot in front of Roy Lewis!

But in reality, she’s not a mole and she doesn’t have a hand grenade, so she had to accept the reality after recognizing the facts.

She forced herself to calm down and let her hands, which were raising above her head as she stretched, fall down. On the way down, she ran her fingers through her wild hair, gathered it at the top of her head, and tied it up with a rubber band from her pocket into a refreshing bun.

Only then did she lift her eyes to Roy Lewis with a brilliantly radiant smile, “Hey, Mr. Lewis, you’re still here, I just finished!”

Roy Lewis took her in again with an amused gaze. His eyes were suddenly attracted by the red spots on her collarbone.

Quite naturally, he walked toward Richelle Dunn.

Richelle Dunn was taken aback by his sudden approach. Before she could react, he inexplicably grasped her wrist, leading her out of the living room and toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“Mr. Lewis, what are you doing?”

Roy Lewis was a man with a powerful aura. The two of them had a significant difference in physique and height, and his mere presence felt like a suffocating wave covering Richelle Dunn.

In front of her was his hard figure, and the faint scent of pine from him filled her nostrils. It was as if she had been swallowed up by him in an instant.

This feeling of being completely controlled and helpless frustrated Richelle Dunn, making her feel like she was free-falling, her heartbeat racing, and she was in panic.

She struggled, trying to break free, “Mr. Lewis, let me go!”

She couldn’t understand why the always well-mannered Roy Lewis had suddenly overstepped his boundaries.

Her mind was quite open, but it always had boundaries.

With classmates, colleagues, or friends of the opposite sex, playful banter and jokes were fine, but she always tried to avoid physical contact.

Perhaps it was due to the psychological trauma from that night; in recent years, she felt an unconscious urge to resist and fight back whenever a man got too close to her.

This also largely explained why she almost took out James Lewis when he harassed her in the hospital corridor.

Little did she know that Roy Lewis, who has always been well-mannered and never overstepped his boundaries, seemed to ignore her words. He pulled her to a standstill in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and his face leaned in close, his focused eyes staring intently at her face.

Richelle Dunn was so scared that her heart was about to jump out. Subconsciously, she lifted her foot.

However, whether Roy Lewis had prepared for it in advance or just reflexively reacted, he nipped her foot between his legs, making her unable to move.

She immediately raised her hand, but it was caught by him before she could even reach halfway, “Don’t move!”

The bewitchingly deep voice was unchanged, but it sent Richelle Dunn’s heart sinking even deeper.

The man’s arms were extremely powerful, holding Richelle Dunn’s arms tightly at her sides. As soon as Richelle Dunn was considering the odds of hurting him with a headbutt, Roy Lewis’s face came even closer, his gaze fixed on her neck and collarbone.

His handsome eyebrows wrinkled in a frown, “Dr. Dunn, why are there red spots all over your neck?”

Richelle Dunn was taken aback and asked in confusion, “What red spots?”

Roy Lewis’s focused gaze moved between her chin, neck, and collarbone, his tone equally puzzled.

“Did you get bitten by mosquitoes? But there are no mosquitoes here…”

Only then did Richelle Dunn react, “Hold on, you’re saying 1 have red spots all over my neck?”

Roy Lewis nodded very seriously, “Yes, quite a lot!”

She had forgotten about it!

Richelle Dunn clicked her tongue, turned her face away, tried to put some distance between them, and let out a long breath.

“That’s enough, I’m allergic, it’s not mosquito bites!”

Knowing that the crisis was averted, Richelle Dunn quickly returned to her usual self.

Oh please, she’s a sucker for good looks and a good voice. A man like Roy Lewis, who was physically attractive in every way, coming this close to her without realizing it, she could hardly resist!

“Allergy?”, Roy Lewis was half-skeptical, and showed no sign of letting go of her hand.

Richelle Dunn leaned back, struggling to signal, “Mr. Lewis, let go of me first!”

After her reminder, Roy Lewis realized his current posture: gripping Richelle Dunn’s arm and sandwiching her foot between his legs, leaning forward over her.

His face was even closer to her chin. The overall posture of the two was nothing short of suggestive….