Huh? This woman might really be capable of doing such a thing—Olivia Miller realized that he had truly run into a tough one this time. His grand plan to “play dumb and catch the tiger off guard” hadn’t even started, and it had already been seen through by this girl...

“Come, let me apply some medicine for you.” Grace Taylor took Olivia Miller’s hand and pulled him into the room.

Although Olivia Miller was unwilling, he had no choice but to let her do as she pleased.

This woman looked delicate and weak, but seemed to know some martial arts... Oh, no need to guess, he definitely couldn’t beat her anyway.

There weren’t many things in the room; it looked elegant and tidy. There were some books on the table, boxes beside them filled with booklets, and a large bed with elegant curtains hanging over it, hazy and inviting to the imagination.

“Does Young Master Wang still refuse to confess?” Grace Taylor locked the door, sizing up Olivia Miller as if she was quite interested in him.

She said she’d apply medicine, but actually lured him inside. Olivia Miller felt rather displeased, but on the surface, he played the fool and said, “Sister, your room smells so nice.”

Grace Taylor stroked Olivia Miller’s face back and forth, her eyes full of flirtatious glances.

The next moment, she pushed Olivia Miller onto the couch and pinned him down, like a fish pressed onto a chopping board.

Olivia Miller tried to struggle, but those delicate-looking hands were surprisingly strong—he couldn’t break free at all. Then, to his shock, she calmly began to untie his belt. Olivia Miller was startled and could only say, “Don’t do this.”

Grace Taylor didn’t let go, her smile deepening as she softly asked, “So Young Master Wang admits he’s not a fool?”

Olivia Miller regretted it deeply, thinking to himself, maybe it’d be better to just let her do whatever she wants.

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you,” said Grace Taylor. “Your second brother is quite formidable. Killing you wouldn’t do me any good.”

Olivia Miller was slightly taken aback—this woman seemed to know a lot about the Wang family. Surely... she was here for the Wang family?

“Actually, I... have always been a bit slow,” Olivia Miller could only say sincerely, “Don’t worry, I definitely won’t tell anyone about today.”

“Really?” Grace Taylor put on an innocent, curious expression, like a naive little girl. “But I don’t believe you.”

“I keep my word, I definitely won’t say anything.”

“But I still don’t believe you. How about this? Let Young Master become mine, then I’ll have nothing to worry about.”

Her hand started wandering again...

Thinking of her dead “husband” lying outside, Olivia Miller took a deep breath and forced an innocent expression—this woman had exposed all his cards with just a few words. Best to avoid dealing with her.

“Miss Tang, please don’t do this.”

“Then why don’t you tell me, why are you pretending to be a fool?” Grace Taylor asked with a hint of annoyance.

Where should he even start—Olivia Miller felt a bit troubled.

“Miss Tang, everyone has secrets. Why must you force me?” he said helplessly.

“Oh?” Grace Taylor blinked and slowed her speech: “Young Master Wang, where are you hiding your secret? Why not let my secret... meet with it?”

Olivia Miller: !!

This was clearly not a ride to kindergarten—he felt a bit carsick.

“I’m not joking,” Grace Taylor’s hand caressed Olivia Miller’s face again. “With a face like yours, how many girls will you charm in the future? I really wouldn’t mind making you...”

Fine, you forced me.

“I’m not a fool, but you’re not the wife of the deceased either.” Olivia Miller had no choice but to say, “Your acting is pretty good, but there are still some traces of performance... No, no, just a tiny bit.”

“Oh?” Grace Taylor seemed a bit unconvinced.

“But you’re so beautiful, it makes up for that flaw, really makes up for it,” Olivia Miller quickly added. “And look at your bed—there’s only one pillow, and only your slippers in front of the couch. Besides a few unread books, there’s no sign of the deceased ever living here.”

“So?” Grace Taylor looked quite interested.

“Judging by when that scholar arrived and when the deceased returned, this should be—a honey trap.”

“What’s a honey trap?” Grace Taylor bit her lip lightly and asked, “Is it some kind of boudoir technique?”

“You pretended to flirt with that scholar, and as soon as he entered the courtyard, your fake husband came to catch him in the act, then you extorted money from him. Unfortunately, you didn’t expect that scholar to be ruthless—he killed your accomplice in one blow.” Olivia Miller patiently explained, “In old terms, it’s called ‘setting a fire trap.’”

Grace Taylor’s eyes showed a probing look.

“Did I guess right?”

“More or less... you hit the nail on the head,” Grace Taylor smiled again. “So Young Master Wang refuses to give in because you’re afraid I’ll ‘trap’ you?”

Olivia Miller tried to get up from under her, but couldn’t move at all, so he could only say helplessly, “If you want money, I can give it to you.”

“Really? I heard all the Wang family’s wealth is in the hands of the master and the second son. And looking at you, Young Master, you don’t seem to have any other ‘hard’ assets on you...”

“Who told you that?” Olivia Miller started to ask, but seeing the sly look in Grace Taylor’s eyes, he could only change his words: “I... I can bring it to you next time.”