Oops My Toyboy Is A Hidden Tycoon

Lilian clenched her fingers tightly, her nails digging into her palms, forcing herself to remain composed. “Do you think. Cynthia loves you? She loves Filip. Three years ago, she harmed herself for him.

“She’s just using you. Are you willing to be manipulated for their twisted love? Cynthia is only interested in your status as a part of Betrico’s elite circle, Mr. Bennett,” Lilian added.

“She’s using you to suppress Filip or perhaps make him jealous, Lilian said, refusing to believe that Cynthia and Jonathan had developed any real relationship as they hadn’t known each other for long

Logically speaking. Lilian should have been happy that Cynthia and Jonathan were together. It meant that there was even less chance of Cynthia reconciling with Filip.

However, Lilian feared that with time, the fake act between Cynthia and Jonathan might turn real. Dealing with Jonathan was bound to be a far more difficult task than taking on Filip

Moreover, Lilian’s situation would only become more challenging with Jonathan as Cynthia’s backer. No matter what, she had to destroy the relationship between the two.

Lilian observed the tight furrow in Jonathan’s brows, the coldness in his eyes–he seemed to be slightly swayed.

Taking advantage of the moment, Lilian pressed on, “Mr. Bennett, with your status, you can’t possibly be content being mere plaything for a woman’s amusement, can you?”

Lilian’s sharp words were designed to be knives, aimed to sever the bond between Jonathan and Cynthia.

Jonathan’s gaze turned sharper as he glared at Lilian. A cold chuckle escaped his lips, though his voice sounded frigid. “Ms. Sheppard, is this the extent of your scheming?

“Let me enlighten you. Cynthia and I have been together for three years. From the start, she was the one who supported me. I’m more than willing to be used by her, to be her plaything,” Jonathan added.

I live every day to treat her well for her smile and her happiness Nothing else matters to me. With that, Jonathan turned and left, unwilling to waste more time with Lilian.

Lilian’s expression turned extremely gloomy as she thought, “What does Jonathan mean? They were together for three years? Cynthia supported him?

Although Lilian understood every word, hearing them from Jonathan felt like some far–fetched fantasy. She wondered, ‘How is that possible?’ But soon, it all began to make sense.

Lilian thought, Three years ago… Back then, Filip took me abroad. That must have triggered Cynthia’s spiral. So, did she look for a man’s company in her despair?

And that man just happened to be Mr. Bennett? But what was that about her supporting him? Judging from his expression. he doesn’t seem to be lying

That was a huge blow to Lilian. After all her efforts to break up Filip and Cynthia, another scion from Betrico got into the picture..

If Jonathan sided with Cynthia, it would be more difficult for Lilian to ruin Cynthia’s reputation, see her humiliated, and be left with nothing.

Talian fumed inwardly, ‘No! I have to tear them apart, and I have to destroy Cynthia.”

Watching Jonathan’s retreating figure, Lilian suddenly rushed forward. Just before he could get into the car, she exclaimed, “You should know that Cynthia isn’t a maiden anymore! She lost her innocence long ago! She’s tainted!”

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Jonathan was about to leave but suddenly turned around. He stood before Lilian, his entire presence cold and intimidating. like an eternal glacier.

Jonathan’s expression was grim, and his gaze seemed to carry the weight of a thousand–year froststorm.

Lilian looked at Jonathan, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction in her heart. ‘No man could withstand this kind of provocation, could they?‘ she thought.

Even Filip, who had been in love with Cynthia for more than 20 years, had buckled under the weight of the matter–the final straw that broke the camel’s back.

Jonathan’s voice grew colder, sharp as a blade drawn from its sheail, ‘Ms. Sheppard, did you time– travel here from an ancient era? That era had long fallen, yet your mind is still shacked by its decaying traditions.

“You, a woman, are using such outdated standards to judge and harm another woman. Ms. Sheppard, maybe you’re the kind of person still bound by old regressive ways, but not all women are like you, Jonathan said.

“They are free, bright, and proud. In my eyes, no matter what past Cynthia has lived–no matter how many men she’s loved -I don’t care. It’s those experiences that shaped her,” Jonathan continued.

“She is honest, radiant, and real. To me, she’s the purest and most precious woman. But as for you, Ms. Sheppard, your thoughts and actions are vile, disgusting, Jonathan added. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Jonathan rarely spoke much, especially in front of others. Lilian looked at him. The weight of his words then bore down on her like an unbearable force, leaving her breathless,

The golden evening light bathed Jonathan, giving him the aura of a divine being. Yet to Lilian, his brilliance was blinding. almost painful.

It was a familiar feeling–Jonathan and Cynthia seemed like the same kind of people, the chosen ones, always basking in the light.

Jonathan and Cynthia’s radiance only made Lilian feel more pathetic. The brighter they shone, the more she wanted to drag them into the abyss to taste the darkness.

Lilian was left speechless, her entire body trembling as she cursed the unfairness of fate. She fumed, Why does everyone this world love Cynthia?”

Jonathan stepped closer, half of his body swallowed by the shadows cast by the tall buildings. He stood against the light, his entire aura darkening.

Jonathan’s voice, cold and laced with a cruel edge, was like that of a demon who had crawled out from the depths of hell. carrying an eerie, bone–chilling warning.

“Lilian, if I ever hear you slander Cynthia again, or try to tarnish her name in any way–even with a single word–be careful of your tongue.” Jonathan was no longer warning Lilian but threatening her.

Just a moment ago, Lilian had thought Jonathan to be immortal, but right then, it was clear–he was nothing short of a demon from hell Even the glint of the blue carring on his ear seemed to carry a wicked gleam.

A wave of cold fear crawled up Lilian’s spine. She could feel it–Jonathan had the means to tear her apart.

The oppressive aura of death Jonathan exuded made it hard for Lilian to breathe, and she found herself trembling uncontrollably.

After delivering his threat, Jonathan left, but Lilian stood frozen, her whole body cold as ice.

Jonathan drove away, speeding through the city streets. Eventually, he slammed the brakes and stopped the car. In frustration, he punched the steering wheel. He had to admit that Lilian’s words had unsettled him,

Naturally, Jonathan knew that Cynthia had previous experiences before they got together. Every word he had spoken to Lilian earlier had been from the heart. Nothing about that would ever make him think less of Cynthia.

Jonathan remembered the first time he slept with Cynthia. He felt regretful–not because of her, but because he had found

her too late.