Enticed Deeply: Mr. Foster's Palm Pet

The winter night in New York was bone-chillingly cold.

Seraphina Vance stood outside a private room at "Golden Paradise," wearing only a thin dress, her fingers turning blue from the cold. The Vance family had gone bankrupt, and the once high-and-mighty eldest daughter of the Vance family was now a social pariah that everyone could step on.

"Oh, isn't this Seraphina?" The door to the private room opened, and a bloated rich kid looked at her with a smirk. "I heard your father went to jail. You short on cash now? Come, have a few drinks with me. This glass is worth a hundred thousand."

Seraphina bit her lower lip hard. Just as she was about to take the glass, a long, powerful hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere and firmly grasped her wrist.

"A hundred thousand?"

A low, cold voice rang out, and the temperature in the entire hallway seemed to drop to freezing point instantly.

Seraphina's whole body froze. This voice—she could never forget it in her life.

Julian Foster.

The Foster family's prince, whom she had once publicly rejected and even humiliated. He was now the powerful "Mr. Foster" of New York, a man who could command the wind and rain with a wave of his hand.

"Mr... Mr. Foster." The rich kid was so scared the glass in his hand almost fell to the floor.

Julian ignored the others and just looked down at the trembling woman in front of him. He held a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke swirling around his cold, handsome face, making him look even more like a dangerous beast.

"Seraphina Vance, a hundred thousand is all it takes to make you sell a smile?" Julian laughed mockingly, his voice laced with thorns. "I thought your backbone was much stiffer than that, Miss Vance."

"Julian Foster, let me go." Seraphina tried to break free.

"Let go?" Julian suddenly exerted force, pulling her directly into his arms. He leaned down close to her ear, his words slow and manic. "Seraphina, you've probably forgotten that ten years ago I said you would eventually fall into my hands."

He took a check from his pocket, casually slapped it onto the rich kid's face, then picked Seraphina up horizontally and strode out.

"Julian Foster, where are you taking me!"

"To where I should take you." He closed the car door, pinning her against the back seat, his gaze both ruthless and deeply affectionate. "Seraphina, this game has only just begun. Since you've entered, don't even think about getting out."

The Foster mansion was brightly lit.

Seraphina Vance was roughly thrown onto a leather sofa that was absurdly large.

"Julian Foster, let me go!" Seraphina tried to get up in a panic, but the man leaned over her, pinning her hands firmly above her head.

Julian stared at her, his eyes looking as if he wanted to tear her apart and devour her. "Go? Seraphina, where can you go now? Back to your bankrupt Vance family home that's already been sealed? Or to accompany that fat Mr. Zhang from earlier?"

Seraphina bit her lip, her eyes filling with tears. "Even that would be better than staying by your side!"

"Is that so?" Julian sneered, his long fingers undoing a button at her collar. "It seems that in these ten years, you haven't learned how to beg, but instead have become better and better at provoking me."

He didn't make any further moves but instead stood up and walked to the bar to pour two glasses of red wine.

"Drink it."

"I won't."

"Seraphina, don't force me to add another entry to the Vance family's debt list." Julian turned his head, the moonlight illuminating half of his face—wicked and dangerous. "Finish this glass, and we'll talk about the Vance family's debts."

Seraphina tremblingly took the glass and downed it in one go.

But before long, she felt an abnormal heat rising within her body. She looked at Julian in disbelief. "You... what did you put in the wine?"

Julian slowly walked over to her, his lips curling into a cruel arc. "Seraphina, I've waited ten years, and it wasn't to hear you reason with me. Since you want to save the Vance family so badly, then show some real sincerity."

He leaned down, and under the ambiguous lighting, he completely tore through her final line of defense.

When she woke up the next day, Seraphina Vance found herself lying in Julian Foster's arms.

The sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making everything seem so real and cruel.

"Awake?" Julian's voice carried the hoarseness of morning.

Seraphina pushed him away abruptly, wanting to get out of bed, but was pulled back into his arms by the man.

"Seraphina, you haven't forgotten what happened last night, have you?"

"Julian Foster, you're a madman!" Seraphina cried out.

"A madman?" Julian pinched her chin, his gaze dark. "If by 'madman' you mean the person who waited ten years for you and was the first to rush out when you were in trouble, then yes, I am indeed mad."

He took an agreement from the nightstand and threw it in front of her. "Sign it. I'll pay off the Vance family's debts, but you have to stay by my side. Three years. During these three years, you must be available whenever I call and not leave the Foster mansion without permission."

Seraphina looked at the agreement, her hands trembling slightly.

"What if I don't sign?"

"Then the Vance family's remaining assets that haven't been liquidated will be forcibly auctioned this afternoon." Julian lit a cigarette, the smoke swirling around his cold face. "Seraphina, you have a choice, but I suggest you be smart."

For her father, for the Vance family, Seraphina closed her eyes and signed her name on the agreement.

Julian smiled with satisfaction. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead—a kiss full of possessiveness.

"Good girl. Seraphina, since you provoked me, don't even think about running in this life."