The CEO's Wife Is Super Charming-Chapter 353 - 350: Savior

Shane Southwell widened his eyes and then fell to the ground with a thud, the gun in his hand falling at his feet, the hole in his temple clearly indicating suicide.

This was something no one expected; Shane Southwell actually committed suicide.

Perhaps it was his final act of revenge, ensuring Norman Bennett would never find Elliana Lyle again.

...

―――A villa.

"This young lady is really pretty, her skin so fair."

"Yes, petite. Mr. Brooke has always liked girls like her."

A few chattering female voices reached her ears, and Elliana Lyle felt as if bugs were crawling on her body, her blouse buttons being undone by someone.

Realizing something, she suddenly woke up and sat up.

"Ah!" The two women were startled, then recovering, they laughed and said, "Miss, you’re awake."

It was in English.

Elliana looked at the two foreign maids in front of her, momentarily stunned, then glanced around at her surroundings; it was a very large bathroom.

And she was lying in a bathtub.

Seeing those hands reaching towards her again, she instinctively leaned towards the edge of the bathtub, looking panicked and helpless: "Who... who are you?"

Upon hearing this, the two maids exchanged glances, filled with confusion, seemingly not understanding what she was saying.

She then realized these people were foreigners, so she asked again in English.

"Miss, we are servants of Mr. Brooke’s household. You were very tired, so we..." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The woman’s words reached her ears, and she began to slowly translate them in her mind. Who was Mr. Brooke? She didn’t know him.

But... wasn’t she captured by Shane Southwell? How did she end up here? Could it be... she was rescued by someone?

After the bath, the maid gave her a silk nightgown, a very sexy slip dress, and perhaps fearing she might be cold, also handed her a shawl.

The room she was currently in was really big, though not much different from the Moonlake Villas, it exuded a "foreign charm."

Probably because the room was decorated in a European style, giving it a somewhat vintage feel, like a Western palace.

And this room also had the bunny dolls she liked, along with cat dolls.

Everything suited her preferences very well.

She was very grateful to be rescued, for in Shane Southwell’s hands, she dared not imagine her fate.

At this moment, the door was knocked on, and another maid entered, addressing her respectfully: "Miss Lyle, Mr. Brooke invites you to dinner."

Mr. Brooke, presumably the person who saved her, so she smiled and said, "Alright."

Putting on the apricot-colored high-heeled shoes prepared by the maid, she followed her out of the room, crossing a corridor filled with domestic paintings, she was somewhat surprised.

These were all elements of Eastern culture, suggesting that Mr. Brooke was fond of Eastern culture.

This instantly made her more favorable towards him.

Arriving at the dining room, she saw the man referred to as Mr. Brooke, an older middle-aged man, probably about fifty years old.

Wearing a grey Italian suit, with slightly grey hair, a high nasal bridge typical of Westerners, blue eyes, and a very kind expression.

He was looking at her, his gaze very elegant and gentlemanly, without a hint of impropriety; such a man must have been very charming in his younger days.

She politely said, "Mr. Brooke, hello."

Towards her savior, she originally wanted to affectionately call him uncle but felt it inappropriate; keeping a bit of distance seemed better.

Brooke sat at the other end of the dining table and said to her, "Miss Lyle, please sit."