Chapter 9 I'll Take Care Of You

• Winnie's body ached, and so did her heart. She was partially awake from the effects of alcohol, and in her anger, she curled up her knee and forcefully bumped into him.
• "So what if you think I'm dirty? You still married me willingly. As long as Henry is here, I will always be your wife. You can never be with that woman in your lifetime."
• "Jonathan, if you think you can—"
• Winnie didn't expect Jonathan to suddenly lower his head and bite her hard.
• Instantly, her mouth was filled with the taste of blood. The pain hit her hard, but not as hard as the shock.
• "Let's see if you can keep talking now. Go on!" he sneered.
• Winnie hesitated for a moment, then grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
• Jonathan dodged it and grabbed Winnie's shoulder with his other hand. "Winnie, do you want your family to completely disappear from the Foster Group?"
• Winnie's struggling hand hung in the air.
• Compared to the threats from the board of directors, Jonathan's threat obviously carried more weight.
• There was nothing he couldn't do.
• Indeed, everyone in the Foster Family was exploiting Winnie's weakness while pretending to be generous and giving her some leeway.
• Winnie sneered, ignoring the pain in her shoulder, and pushed him hard.
• But Jonathan didn't let go. His eyes emitted an ambiguous light. "You're just like them, unable to control your temper. Yet you dream of reviving your family's business. It's a pipe dream."
• "What do you mean?" Winnie was puzzled, looking at him in surprise.
• "Why did the board of directors react so strongly to just a small project loss? Have you ever thought about it?" Jonathan coldly snorted, "If you can't learn to behave and your behavior becomes too unsightly, I guarantee that it won't be as simple as being kicked out."
• Winnie stared at Jonathan in disbelief. His meaning couldn't be clearer. The secret actions of the Thompson Group elders had been discovered by the Foster Group's board members, so their reactions would become more and more intense.
• Reviving the Thompson Group was the lifelong wish of Winnie and the Thompson Group elders. As long as it was for this purpose, Winnie couldn't stop whatever they did.
• She didn't expect that Jonathan was already well aware of this.
• The man in front of her had a smile on his face and a light tone, but the dangerous aura emanating from him was becoming stronger and stronger.
• Winnie suddenly remembered the public's evaluation of Jonathan.
• He was cold and ruthless, decisive in his actions, and his methods were bloodthirsty and cruel, displaying his dominance.
• At the young age of 27, he held the power of the Foster Group in his hands, a figure that struck fear into the hearts of the business world.
• Winnie swallowed hard, trying to calm herself down completely. "Since you already know, how do you plan to handle it?"
• Jonathan seemed satisfied with Winnie's understanding. He curled his lips and said, "Play your role well, and don't get involved with other men. Otherwise, I will show you what it means to suffer."
• Although he was smiling, there was a chilling and dangerous undertone in his words.
• Winnie felt a chill run down her spine. She fully believed that if he wanted to destroy her, it would be as easy as flipping his hand.
• Her powerless fists hung by her side as she sighed lightly, accepting her fate. After all, her role was to be Mr. Foster's dutiful wife, right? After five years of training, she was more than capable.
• After a moment, Winnie suddenly reached out and hooked her arm around Jonathan's neck, blinking her watery black eyes. "Honey, is it like this?"
• Jonathan was momentarily stunned, then he lifted Winnie and walked towards the bedroom, his tone cold. "Play your part to the fullest. We can't skip the most important step, Mrs. Foster."
• Winnie was only trying to disgust him with her words, but she didn't expect him to do this. She immediately panicked.
• "Jonathan, put me down. I'm still in pain today." Winnie struggled to break free and ran towards the living room.
• Jonathan effortlessly caught her, and a cold smile appeared on his lips. "Where does it hurt? I'll take care of you."