A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 162: Jasper Ford, Don’t Force Me

Six years ago.

It’s been six years!

Fiona Hughes’s words kept echoing in Jasper Ford’s mind. He wasn’t a fool. How could he not tell from their conversation that they had known each other for a long time?

Wanda Quincy’s evasiveness, Fiona Hughes’s hesitation, and everything the two of them tried to hide yet inadvertently revealed—it all told Jasper Ford that he should be suspicious.

The door was slammed shut.

The man’s sharp, dark eyes were like those of a beast raging in the night. His oppressive, imperial gaze weighed down on Vivian Quincy, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She suddenly felt a surge of panic and fear.

She instinctively took a few steps back, her bright, beautiful eyes filled with terror.

"M-Mr. Ford, you..." Vivian Quincy stammered.

Suddenly, his hand clamped around her neck. Vivian Quincy panicked, hastily reaching up to break his grip, but the moment she struggled, Jasper Ford tightened his hold.

Too scared to move, tears welled in Vivian Quincy’s woeful eyes. "It hurts..."

"Vivian Quincy, you knew Fiona Hughes six years ago, didn’t you?" Jasper Ford demanded, his deep voice laced with unyielding authority.

His posture was so threatening it seemed that if Vivian Quincy dared to nod, Jasper Ford would...

She didn’t know why Jasper Ford had suddenly changed like this. She was utterly terrified. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she was trembling so violently she could barely speak. Shaking her head, she stammered, "N-no."

"Then tell me, if you didn’t know her, why did Fiona Hughes call you an ungrateful wretch?" Jasper Ford demanded.

Vivian Quincy said, "I don’t know. I really have nothing to do with them. Mr. Ford, you’re too close. This isn’t right. We..."

’Not right?’

’Too close?’

’Vivian Quincy, haven’t you been much closer with other men?’

’Why would you really care about this?’

’You’re just changing the subject because you don’t want to come clean, is that it?’

’But I have plenty of ways to make you talk!’

Jasper Ford gripped her smooth chin, the fire in his eyes burning hotter. Failing to get the answer he wanted, he was starting to become unhinged.

Vivian Quincy was terrified by the raging fire in his eyes. The pressure on her neck intensified, and she clutched at it in pain, trying to pry his large hand away. But he was too strong. No matter how hard she tried, it was useless.

She was in agony. Her oxygen was running out, and she felt like she was about to pass out...

Terrified by his actions, Vivian Quincy’s voice grew shrill. "Jasper Ford, let me go! Do you have any idea what you’re doing?"

The man didn’t listen.

Vivian Quincy pushed Jasper Ford with all her might, but she couldn’t move him an inch.

After struggling for a minute, she was completely exhausted. Vivian Quincy’s eyes reddened with distress. ’I don’t know what’s wrong with Jasper Ford. My behavior earlier might have been a bit out of line, but does it really warrant this kind of punishment?’

’Besides, I’m just his humble assistant! How can he do this to me?!’

Scared into tears, Vivian Quincy began to cry, the tears streaming down her face. She gasped, feeling utterly wronged, and choked out through her sobs, "Let me go... I’m begging you, let me go."

Jasper Ford didn’t stop. His cold hand landed on her waist.

Vivian Quincy’s breath caught in her throat, and her entire body trembled with fear.

In the darkness, a sliver of clarity returned to his bloodshot eyes, but it was just a sliver—cold and merciless. His gaze met Vivian Quincy’s tear-filled eyes as he said, "I’ll ask you one last time. What is your relationship with Wanda Quincy?"

"Please, stop asking. We really don’t have any relationship," Vivian Quincy said, shaking her head, her trembling voice thick with tears.

Jasper Ford was far from satisfied with that answer. No relationship? Did she really take him for a fool, unable to see what was right in front of him? If Wanda Quincy had initially targeted Vivian Quincy simply because she was his first female assistant, then what about Fiona Hughes?

Jasper Ford suddenly recalled the time he saw Mrs. Hudson slap Vivian Quincy. Caden Chandler had even mentioned that Fiona Hughes was nearby, but Jasper had dismissed it. He’d thought it impossible for Fiona Hughes to be with Vivian Quincy. They didn’t know each other, and Vivian wasn’t even his assistant back then.

For them to have known each other six years ago, and for someone like Fiona Hughes to use such a nasty term as "ungrateful wretch," it was certain that Vivian Quincy knew Fiona from the past. She must have even received some favor from her. Otherwise, Fiona Hughes and Wanda Quincy wouldn’t treat her with such hostility.

They had known each other for a very long time, and they shared a connection that no one else knew about!

Jasper Ford had to get his answer tonight.

But it seemed this woman wasn’t willing to talk. In that case, she couldn’t blame him for what came next!

The tall, powerfully built man used his nearly six-foot-three frame to his absolute advantage, scooping Vivian Quincy up by the waist and tossing her onto the enormous sofa. He cornered her, leaving her no room to escape.

Leaning over, he pinned her in a position that radiated control. Jasper Ford warned her in a low, bewitching voice, "Vivian Quincy, you have one last chance. If you keep hiding things from me, I promise I’ll make you suffer like never before!"

"Jasper Ford! This is my business! What right do you have to threaten me? If I don’t want to talk, I won’t! Get off! I want to go home." Her tear-filled voice broke, and she looked utterly pitiful as tears streaked her makeup.

Makeup was mandatory for all employees at Imperium Group, and Vivian Quincy was no exception. Now, her tears had ruined it, making her look all the more pitiful.

For a moment, Jasper Ford’s heart softened. He felt he was pushing her too hard, that he had gone too far.

But the thought of her deception quickly followed, and Jasper decided his actions were justified. If he couldn’t even get to the bottom of this, how could he ever trust her in the future?

"Speak," he commanded.

Vivian Quincy shook her head. "Don’t force me. There’s really nothing going on. Can you please just let me go home? I’m begging you."

"Vivian Quincy, do you really think that’s possible?" he asked, his mesmerizing voice dangerously alluring.

Vivian Quincy trembled, too mortified to speak.

’Jasper Ford is a monster,’ she thought. ’I have to escape!’

The room was unlit and pitch-black. Only slivers of moonlight and light from the street below filtered in. It wasn’t bright, but she could see Jasper Ford’s eyes—exceptionally cold and utterly ruthless.

The oppressive atmosphere made it hard for Vivian Quincy to breathe. Terrified, she curled into a ball. "Don’t touch me... please..."

Jasper Ford’s cold hands cupped her pale face.

The girl screamed in terror, desperately grabbing his hands. "No! Please, don’t! I’m begging you!"

"You know what I want," Jasper Ford chuckled.

Vivian Quincy shook her head. "I promised her I wouldn’t tell anyone. Please, don’t make me."

"Who is ’she’?" Jasper Ford asked.

Vivian Quincy said, "Wanda Quincy. She doesn’t want people to know about our relationship, and I promised not to tell anyone. Jasper Ford, can you please not force me? I haven’t done anything wrong, nor have I offended you. Why are you treating me like this?"

"I really don’t want to be forced... I hate this feeling. I really hate it..."

Jasper Ford’s actions reminded Vivian Quincy of everything that had happened on that night.