Chapter 4 Stealing His Nephew's Girl?

Violet resented his possessiveness. She stared at the sharp, enticing line of his throat and curled her lips into a smile. "Lucien, you're in no position to make demands. Are you really that lonely? Thinking about stealing your own nephew's girl?" They had only dated for three months, but Violet clearly knew how to push his buttons. To her surprise, Lucien actually chuckled—lazily, wickedly—his voice brushing against her ear like a teasing whisper. "Sounds kinda thrilling, doesn't it?" As if the only way to stop her from morally condemning him was to abandon morality altogether. Violet cursed under her breath. "Scumbag." Beneath that polished exterior, he was nothing but raw possessiveness. Sure enough, Lucien's smile deepened, as if he actually enjoyed the insult. Lowering his head, he brushed his forehead lightly against her cheek. "Violet, let's not be like this, okay? Let's get back together." Violet shoved him away. "Get a grip. I'm your nephew's girlfriend now." Even if it was just a name-only engagement, it was still publicly recognized. What was Lucien trying to do by cornering her like this? At the mention of Mike, Lucien's expression darkened, his playful smile vanishing completely. "Baby, the more you bring up your relationship with him in front of me, the more I want to kill him." Mike? That little shit had the audacity to covet his woman? Violet knew he wasn't joking. A man who could beat Mike half to death in front of a crowd had no lines he wouldn't cross. Violet shrugged indifferently. "I don't care if you kill him, as long as it doesn't delay my project." If Lucien wanted to take care of Mike, she'd be more than happy. But there was no way she'd let it interfere with the company's collaboration with the Davis family. A hint of amusement suddenly flickered across Lucien's face. "So, you don't love him." "Well, that makes sense. No way your standards would drop so low after breaking up with me, to the point of falling for a loser." Lucien added. Violet scoffed and jabbed him in the chest through his shirt with her fingertip. "Don't forget—you're not a good guy either." Instead of dodging, Lucien caught her finger and pulled her closer. The rapid thumping of his heartbeat pulsed through her fingertips. "Baby, is this your first day knowing me?" He smirked devilishly. "I've never been a good guy. I'm your dog." Something inside Violet's mind exploded, stirring up all sorts of emotions. She yanked her hand back immediately. "Who's your baby?! Can you stop calling me that?" He had always been full of shameless sweet talk when they were together. Who knew he'd be even worse after breaking up? Lucien stared at her small face intently. Her flawless, fair skin was tinged pink, her brows furrowed in frustration, and at this moment, her eyes held nothing but him. Her soft, alluring lips moved as she cursed him, but he didn't hear a word. All he wanted to do was kiss her. "Honey, do you know how stunning you look right now?" She wasn't cold and distant anymore. She was angry—but alive. And he loved it. Violet was so mad she almost laughed. She hated how easily he could stir her emotions, as if it proved she could still fall for him at any moment. Lucien lowered his voice. "I know getting back together will take time. I won't rush you, so don't push me either, okay? Just break up with him." Because if she didn't, he honestly didn't know what he might do when his jealousy drove him insane. Violet met his gaze and said seriously, "I'll break up with him sooner or later—but not because of you." Her engagement was purely for benefits, and Mike's recent behavior had already disgusted her beyond belief. The moment she lost patience, she'd kick him to the curb without hesitation. Little did she know, in Lucien's ears, only the first half of her sentence registered. She would break up with him. His tense expression instantly eased, arrogance flashing in his eyes like a satisfied dog getting its fur stroked. His Violet still cared about him, after all. Greedily, he leaned in closer, all traces of his previous arrogance gone. "Baby, your heart was beating so fast just now. You still have feelings for me, don't you?" Before Violet could respond, his phone rang. He clearly didn't want to answer, but the caller was relentless. Annoyed, Lucien pulled out his phone and answered while still blocking Violet's path, as if afraid she'd escape. On the other end, Norman Brown's smug voice rang out. "Lucien, you're really back in the country? Do you remember that ex of yours, Violet? She's with your nephew now! You two are bound to run into each other. Man, her face hasn't changed a bit—it's still got that 'first love' charm. You better hold yourself together and not go stealing someone's girl!" Lucien, "……" Violet silently added in her mind: Too late. He's already at it… Then, Norman's voice continued. "After all, back when you broke up, you were so damn decisive. Not a hint of regret! You even swore—what was it again…?" "Oh yeah! 'A breakup is a breakup. Whoever begs to get back together is a dog!' You're a true role model, man! The ultimate alpha male!" Norman's words echoed through the air, thickening the tension in the room. "…" Violet yanked her hand out of Lucien's grasp and walked away without looking back. Lucien's phone was still connected. Not hearing a response, Norman asked in confusion, "Hello? Hello? Lucien, are you listening?" Lucien glanced at his empty hand and cursed through gritted teeth, "Fuck!" Norman paused, then reacted, "Wait, what? Why are you cursing at me?" The next second, the call was abruptly cut off with a thud. Norman: ??? Did he say something wrong? Suppressing his growing frustration, Lucien pressed his long fingers against his brow in irritation. "I just finished coaxing her, and now this—fuck." Violet walked out of the Muse Club, still fuming over what Norman had said about Lucien's so-called "famous words." Not regretting it? Fine. She didn't regret it either! She stood by the roadside, waiting for a ride. It was rush hour, and at least a hundred people were ahead of her in line for a taxi. Just as someone stepped out of a cab in front, and she was about to walk over to take it, a silver-gray Koenigsegg pulled up in front of it. In the blink of an eye, the taxi was snatched up by someone else. Violet's steps halted abruptly. The Koenigsegg slowly rolled to a stop in front of her. The window lowered, revealing the man inside, his hand resting casually on the steering wheel as he turned his profile toward her. "Get in." Violet remained indifferent to Lucien's invitation. Outside the club, the globally limited, multimillion-dollar Koenigsegg CCXR sat in plain sight, its sleek, striking design and flashy license plate drawing attention. More and more people began to notice, some even pulling out their phones to take pictures. But Lucien showed no intention of driving away. Every time Violet took a step forward, his car followed. The crowd watching them grew, and whispers spread. Lucien's voice was low and coaxing as he reminded her, "Honey, if you don't get in, everyone will start guessing how 'close' we really are."