Sheila leaned her head through the open car window and asked, "Should I sit in the back?"
Cecil shot her a look. "Why would you?"
"The passenger seat is for a girlfriend," she pointed out. "You should save it for the future Mrs. Rhodes."
"Stop talking nonsense," Cecil said. "If you dare sit in the back and treat me like your chauffeur, just try it. Get in!"
Left with no choice, Sheila slipped into the passenger seat.
"What future Mrs. Rhodes? Absolute nonsense. Stop saying things like that."
Sheila asked him, "Cecil, have you really never had a girlfriend?"
Life back in the Rhodes family hadn't exactly been a walk in the park for Cecil.
He was an illegitimate son, and the official Mrs. Rhodes had several legitimate children of her own.
His existence in that family was a daily walk on thin ice.
Even if he didn't fight for a piece of the pie, there were always those who found his mere breathing offensive and wouldn't have hesitated to put an end to it.
His choices were simple: be trampled and humiliated his entire life, or fight tooth and nail to secure his own ground.
Ultimately, he ended up taking control of the entire Rhodes empire.
But only he knew the terrifying price he had paid to get there.
Concepts like family and bloodlines meant absolutely nothing in the face of money and ambition.
He had witnessed far too much of humanity's filth and ugliness, which was why he cherished his innocent, youthful friendship with Sheila so deeply.
Forget girlfriends—he didn't even have any friends he could truly confide in.
Simply put, he trusted no one.
His so-called father was romanticized as a 'charmer,' but in reality, he was a womanizing predator who stopped at nothing to fulfill his base desires.
Thanks to him, Cecil learned exactly how grotesque the dynamics between men and women could be.
As a result, he had zero expectations for romantic love. In fact, it repulsed him.
Not to mention, for years, when he was just the lowly illegitimate son of the Rhodes family, he was treated like dirt.
Many women had openly spat on him and humiliated him to his face.
Once he seized power, those exact same women threw themselves at him, offering to warm his bed. The sheer hypocrisy of it made him sick.


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