The Spoiled Wife of Mr. Radcliffe

"Shh, keep it down, or I might just beat you!"

In the luxurious presidential suite, Benedict Radcliffe, the famous tycoon of the city, found himself in a rather humiliating position as a charming young lady straddled him on the king-sized bed.

His hands were restrained with a belt tied to the bedpost, and his shirt had been undone, with even the buttons of his trousers popped open.

"Do you even know who you're messing with? I advise you to release me immediately! If you do, I might consider giving you a lighter punishment!" Benedict maintained a stern expression, his deep-set eyes seething with anger.

Cordelia Montague gripped the man's muscular chest, glaring at him fiercely. "Of course, I know who you are. You stole the game design from our studio, cheated on a young lady, got her pregnant, and refused to take responsibility. You've committed multiple offenses, and I'm going to sentence you today!"

She spoke while pulling out a small eyebrow razor from her purse.

Benedict was infuriated, wondering how this woman managed to slip past the tight security and release a smoke bomb in his room, leaving him powerless.

Cordelia lifted his shirt, revealing his well-built physique, with clearly defined abs.

Yet, this couldn't mask the fact that he was a scoundrel.

With the eyebrow razor in hand, she slid it toward the man's groin, gently tapping a few times. Was it here?

Just then, her phone rang, and Cordelia answered it.

"Cordelia, where are you?"

"I'm dealing with the scumbag who bullied Stella!" Cordelia glared at the man and replied.

"We've already taken care of him. Why haven't we seen you?"

Cordelia was stunned, her whole body freezing. "I remember him being in the Presidential Suite 9999 of the International Hotel, isn't he?"

"No! He's in the Presidential Suite 9999 of the Interstellar Hotel!"

Cordelia's pupils dilated, her heart skipping a beat. "You have dealt with that jerk? Then, what do I do with the man on my end..."

She pretended to stay calm, tucked away her phone, and turned her sweet smile toward the man. "It turns out there was a misunderstanding, handsome." She completely lost the fierceness she had when she spoke just now.

Despite her innocent appearance, the man's expression remained ominously dark. He chuckled coldly. "I prefer it when you call me a scoundrel."

"Sure thing, scoundrel-handsome."

At the sound of this, Benedict's face grew even darker.

Suddenly, there was a disheveled knocking on the door, indicating that the assistant had noticed something was amiss.

"Mr. Radcliffe, how are you?"

Benedict narrowed his cold eyes, angrily saying, "Come in, and whoever catches this woman will be handsomely rewarded!"

The door banged open, and from the footsteps alone, it was evident that there were quite a few people outside. Cordelia, if caught, would be in for a grim fate.

Benedict stared at her as if she were a trapped bird, disdainfully remarking, "This building has dozens of floors. You have nowhere to escape!"

Cordelia suddenly squinted and smiled, revealing a set of clean teeth. Her delicate face looked innocent and obedient, quite endearing.

All of sudden, Benedict felt a chill down below.

The next moment, he saw the young woman holding a pair of trousers.

"I'll borrow your pants for a bit. It's all a misunderstanding. Scoundrel-handsome, farewell!" Cordelia used the trousers to tie to the window, holding onto the other end. With a leap, she disappeared without a trace.

At that moment, the door burst open.

The assistant, Richard Miller, rushed in with others, witnessing Benedict tied to the bed, his eyes wide with shock.

He hurriedly approached and untied the belt. "Mr. Radcliffe, are you okay?"

Benedict's eyes darkened terrifyingly. "Regardless of the means, find the woman who stole my pants. I will crush her with my own hands!"

Cordelia, having narrowly escaped, returned home.

She casually tossed the men's trousers into a corner of the bed and then fell asleep.

When she woke up, it was nearing noon.

The door swung open, revealing a figure in a dress. Celeste Montague walked in, spotting the men's trousers at Cordelia's bedside, her eyes expressing a mixture of shock and surprise.

It turned out Cordelia didn't come home last night because she went to meet a man.

Today, Celeste finally saw the fiancé Cordelia had been engaged to for over twenty years. Apparently, he was handsome and wealthy. Now Celeste had a reason to break them up!

Celeste picked up the trousers and ran outside, shouting loudly, "Mom, Dad, Cordelia had a secret rendezvous with a man last night and brought the man's pants back to her room."

Celeste's voice was loud enough for even the guests sitting downstairs to hear.

These guests were none other than the prestigious Radcliffe family from the city. Archibald Radcliffe's face changed instantly upon hearing Celeste's words.

The man sitting beside him, exuding a powerful aura, sneered disdainfully. "The Montague family's daughter is quite courteous."

Vincent Montague, with a cool and elegant demeanor, said, "Celeste, don't speak recklessly and defame Cordelia."

Today's blind date was arranged by Cordelia's biological mother before her passing. It was her final wish and could not afford any mistakes.

Celeste ran down from the second floor with the trousers in hand, raising them high. "Dad, look! I found these in Cordelia's room. There's no way it could be fake!"

Seeing her father doubting her words, Celeste continued, "She had a wild night yesterday and is still sleeping. She doesn't care at all about this meeting."

Benedict, the young and handsome CEO of the Radcliffe Group, sitting on the side, sneered. "Grandpa, are you really asking me to marry such an indulgent woman?"

Archibald's gaze became serious. "Before figuring out the situation, why are you in such a hurry?"

At this moment, Cordelia's stepmother, Eleanor Montague, secretly rejoiced. She originally intended to marry Cordelia off to an old man, but Cordelia's biological mother had already arranged her engagement. Now, with Cordelia in a scandal, it seemed to align perfectly with Eleanor's desires.

Eleanor pretended to wear a regretful expression and said, "Mr. Archibald, Mr. Benedict, I'm truly sorry. It seems this marriage isn't feasible."

Archibald suddenly stood up, his pupils widening. "Benedict, isn't this your pants?"

Benedict's pupils tightened as he stared at the elegant trousers, a custom-made pair imprinted with the exclusive BR logo.

Cordelia, hidden on the staircase, felt a chill climbing her spine. This was just too coincidental! Why did it have to be him?

If only she had acted discreetly last night!

Benedict lifted his gaze just in time to see a petite figure descending from the second floor. His handsome face instantly turned gloomy.

Cordelia wore a clean white short-sleeved shirt paired with casual jeans. Her long hair was tied up in a bun, and her round face was tender and delicate, with a hint of blush. She smiled sweetly at him, her black eyes clear and bright. "My dear fiancé, couldn't wait to see me bright and early, could you?"

Cordelia met the man's sharp gaze.

This wasn't just a simple arranged marriage. It was Cordelia's best way to break free from the constraints of the Montague family.

Archibald was pleased to see the adorable young lady and teased Benedict. "Did you sneak off to see her before informing me?"

Archibald even thought his grandson, who hadn't been in a relationship for over twenty years, might end up living a lonely life. But he was unexpectedly stripped of his pants. It seemed they had already developed an intimate relationship.

Benedict, with a stern face, stood up and declared, "I won't agree to this marriage, and I certainly won't marry her!"