Chapter 1527 - 1519: Wherever the Eye Can See, There Is Eternity: Let Those Three Take Turns Attending to You

"Either let these three men serve you one by one, or follow what I said before; your choice!" The man’s voice was icy and determined, like a demon from hell, standing condescendingly in front of Violet Zimmerman.

Looking at the unfamiliar Daxton Lancaster, Violet was so shocked she forgot to react.

His eyes were cold and merciless, his face stern and devoid of warmth. It took Violet a long time to find her voice again.

Lying on the single bed, she looked up at Daxton, trembling lips murmuring, "I am your wife,"

Those few powerless words were her despair.

The woman’s eyes were red, her body trembled, like a delicate flower under a raging storm, pitifully weak.

Daxton’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, suppressing the stir in his heart, and he decisively turned away.

The man’s figure with his hands behind his back exuded resoluteness, leaving Violet in despair with those three heartless words.

"Begin."

The lecherous man was the first to come over, a crooked smile curving his lips.

"I’ll go first, I’m quick!"

"No..." A single word tore through the despair. Not knowing where the strength came from, Violet quickly rushed to Daxton, clutching him as she slowly knelt.

The woman’s tear-streaked face was raised, shaking her head in panic and incoherent pleading, "No, Daxton, no. I promise you, I’ll go find Joseph as soon as I get back, I beg you, don’t treat me this way, please..."

At the end of her plea, Violet clung to Daxton’s calves, sobbing uncontrollably.

Taking a deep breath, Daxton’s breath trembled. His most beloved wife, how could he bear to let other men take turns with her.

Hiring three men to put on an act was also out of necessity; without this coercion, she would continue to evade.

He knew it was cruel to force his wife into such a situation, but if he didn’t, an even more ruthless outcome awaited him.

Looking down at the head buried in his calves, Daxton’s brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

On the way back, those words kept echoing in Violet’s ear: Either let these three men serve you one by one, or follow what I said before...

The once gentle and considerate man in her memory had suddenly turned into a demon from hell, the contrast was too great for Violet to accept.

Through the rearview mirror, Daxton glanced over. Violet sat slumped in the passenger seat, looking lost and dejected.

As his gaze returned to the road ahead, Daxton’s face was shrouded in an inescapable gloom.

Joseph Lancaster is his own brother, and only his bloodline is the authentic and legitimate Lancaster Family lineage.

He knew it was unfair to his wife and brother, but what choice did he have?

The future was long, and he could only compensate them materially.

In the evening, Violet arrived punctually with an enamel basin at Joseph’s residence. Entering the hall, she surreptitiously glanced at the servant who opened the door for her, thinking secretly that the hall was inconvenient, as the servants’ rooms were all on the first floor...

Daxton rose from the sofa, holding a brand-new tape recorder in his hand, without headphones, playing the most popular song of the time.

... Sweetly, your smile is sweetly, like flowers blooming in the spring, blooming in the spring...

Seeing Violet enter, Joseph rose from the sofa with a smile, "Sister-in-law, you’re so punctual."

Violet forced a smile, said nothing, and walked over to place the enamel basin on the coffee table. "Eat it while it’s hot."

At first, Joseph didn’t notice, but when Violet came closer, he realized her eyes were red.

Joseph unconsciously frowned, forgetting the differences between men and women, as his slender fingers reached for Violet’s face, "Sister-in-law, why are your eyes red? Are they irritated?"