Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 1062 Trent's Surrender

At twelve ten precisely, a knock resounded on Sebastian's door.

"Mr. Weiss, my apologies for the delay," Trent greeted, his voice slightly breathless as he stood before Sebastian, wiping sweat

from his forehead. He dragged a silver suitcase along with him, offering a polite smile.

Sebastian's gaze flickered down to the black suitcase at his feet. "Is she in there?"

"Yes," Trent confirmed, his smile modest. "I've followed your instructions precisely. She's still unconscious after the sedation."

"She remained quiet throughout the journey here, but I advise caution when awakening her," Trent continued earnestly. "She's a

spirited woman, and if startled, she may react defensively."

Sebastian's brow furrowed in skepticism as he cautiously approached the silver suitcase. He carefully assessed the weight of the

silver suitcase, noting its resemblance to that of an adult woman. "Are you truly surrending over the woman who fled with you so

readily?"

Trent's servile smile remained firmly in place. "Yes, without a doubt."

"You've paid a considerable sum for this," Sebastian remarked, his tone tinged with disbelief.

Trent's smile widened, revealing a glint of calculation. "I've given it considerable thought. You only require her for one evening, and

after today, I won't miss her."

"This money could serve as a down payment and renovation fund for our future home," Trent continued, his tone earnest. "Mr.

Weiss, you receive what you desire, and I resolve my immediate dilemma. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement!"

Sebastian couldn't help but be impressed by Trent's candid and sly nature. Despite his lingering doubts, he couldn't deny the

audacity of the man before him.

Sebastian scrunched his forehead, quickly glancing at the balance on his phone. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Hold on a sec," he muttered before dialing a number. "Transfer the funds to my account."

"I'm short by two hundred thousand," he conveyed to the individual on the opposite end of the call.

"Short of two hundred thousand."

After conveying the required details, Sebastian addressed Trent. "Okay, giveyour account number," he said, promptly relaying

it to the person on the other end of the call.

Upon completing the transmission of Trent's account information, the remaining twenty thousand had already been smoothly

deposited into Trent's account.

"You're free to leave now," Sebastian stated, his tone indicating the conversation was over.

Trent nodded hastily in response. "Understood," he replied, his departure marked by a slight pause as if he pondered saying more

to Sebastian. Ultimately, he decided against it and left without casting a backward glance.

As the door clicked shut behind Trent, Sebastian closed his eyes briefly, allowing himself a moment of respite before turning to face

the suite's interior, the weight of his actions settling heavily upon him.

After a moment, he maneuvered the suitcase into the bedroom, taking care to arrange four or five cameras strategically around

the room.

Once satisfied with the set-up, he indulged in pouring himself a glass of red wine, then made his way gracefully to the silver

suitcase.

Upon opening it, Sebastian discovered Trent had spoken the truth.

Nested within the suitcase was a woman adorned in a white dress, her slender frtucked into the limited space, her posture

curled and delicate.

Her long locks obscured her face, rendering her features indiscernible to Sebastian.

However, even in the dim light, he could discern the captivating allure of her silhouette.

"The beauty queen of Cherise's former high school?" Sebastian mused aloud, a chuckle escaping his lips as he squinted in intrigue.

"I'm curious to see just how beautiful she is that her beauty apparently surpasses Cherise's."

With a sense of anticipation, Sebastian extended his hand to gently lift the veil of hair obscuring her face.

As Sebastian advanced, the woman sprang forth from the darkness of the alley, wielding a surgical knife that gleamed with

ominous intent as she positioned it threateningly against the vital artery in his neck.

"Sebastian," the woman uttered, her voice chillingly calm as her crimson lips formed the three syllables.

Sebastian froze in shock at the unexpected turn of events unfolding before him.

Before he could think of what actions to take...

"Cherise!?" he exclaimed, his disbelief evident in his voice as he recognized the face behind the blade.

Upon confirming the woman's identity before him, Sebastian's fear waned, replaced by a sense of defiance. "Haha," he sniggered.

"you're spunky, I'll give you that," he remarked, his voice laced with disdain.

"Do you not recall what happened last twhen you dared to bring it to my doorstep yourself?" he challenged.

"I'm more than willing to help jog your memory," he added, his tone dripping with hostility.

With that, Sebastian moved his body in an attempt to overturn the circumstances, intent on asserting his dominance.

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