Chapter 2 The daredevil could just get in and try

The next day, early in the morning.

Sarah was awakened by the noise outside the door.

She opened her eyes and looked at the luxurious and unfamiliar decoration.

The consciousness of her brain was still unclear. And at the door, someone spoke again.

"The daredevil could just get in and try."

The man's voice was somber and cold with dreadful majesty.

Upon hearing the sound, Sarah stopped breathing.

Looking up in amazement, she found a tall and perky man standing in the doorway with the door ajar.

Some scenes of last night flashed in her mind, and she immediately looked down at her body.

When she saw the skin with countless hickey under the quilt, she felt her whole person dizzy like hitting by a thunder.

She slept with a stranger last night, and maybe even did something shameful for the whole night.

And it was very likely that she would be caught in bed by reporters later...

The heartbeat lagged for a second, and then reached a more frantic speed.

There was a voice saying, "Sarah, you can't let the reporters catch you."

Panic flashed in her eyes. Sarah began to look for her clothes, which she had to put on before the reporters rushed in.

However, she looked around and did not see her clothes.

"Damn it."

Sarah cursed silently.

She felt her head splitting.

Her small hands gripped the silk quilt more tightly.

Outside the door, a reporter asked, "Mr. Brown, if you do not let us in, does it mean that there is really a woman in it."

The man called Mr. Brown sneered contemptuously.

It was just a note, but it revealed the majesty of him that could not be violated.

"Mr. Brown, rumor has it that you are not interested to women. But considering this situation, it seems that instead of not being interested in women, you just have a special taste, and you just come to the hotel for date as soon as you return home."

One reporter mocked.

Someone was on tiptoe and wanted to see from above Maurice's shoulder.

It was a pity that Maurice's figure was quite tall and strong, and he was standing still in front of the half-open door.

"I will give you half a minute. If you don't leave, you will be at your own risk."

It seemed that he suddenly lost patience and threatened them.

With a suffocating attitude, the air froze in an instant.

In the hallway, suddenly no one dared to speak again, and everyone turned to look at a team of bodyguards in black suits coming out of the elevator.

In the room, Sarah pressed her sore temple with one hand, and she was so confused that she tried to remember everything last night.

Her best friend Beth invited her for dinner. White congratulated her that she was about to get engaged to the prince charming Mazen. And soon she could marry into the Brown Family, the richest family in Z City, and become a young lady.

Although she was the concubine of Brown Family, it was also the dream of countless women in Z City.

Sarah was sincere about Beth. Unexpectedly, White actually betrayed their friendship and drugged her.

What was more, she even found a group of journalists to make her be utterly discredited.

"Sarah, after tonight, you are a broken woman... I am the most qualified person to be with Mazen."

She vaguely heard such a sentence last night.

At that time, she was very uncomfortable.

Outside, the reporters looked at each other for a few seconds, and no one dared to insist on entering the room.

Not knowing who left first, but after one person left first, the others just left quickly. It seemed that they would not be able to afford the consequences if they were leaving slowly.

Sarah, who was caught in memory, didn't recover until the door was closed and the man's voice rang in the quiet room.

"The reporters have gone. And your clothes are on the balcony."

Without the killing and majesty just now, the man's voice was a bit lazy and sloppy.

Sarah looked up in amazement. When she saw the man's face clearly, she was stunned.

This man seemd to have come out of the painting, with his dashing eyebrows, exquisite facial features, deep pupils, and thin lips... Even when she separately analyzed his face features, they were impeccable.