Chapter 3 You Won't Escape This Time

He took two steps inside the room and stood still, shouting, "Vicky, come out, I know you're here!"

Suddenly, he felt pain in the back of his head.

He narrowed his eyes and fell forward.

"Pervert! Shameless!"

Vickie kicked him heavily in the back, picked up his shirt, draped it over her shoulders, and turned to leave.

When the door just opened, a deep, hoarse voice suddenly came from behind.

"You won't stay a while longer?"

Vickie stiffened and slowly turned back, only to find the man standing behind her.

Didn't she knock him out?

He could still stand up. Was he a cockroach?

She grinned, "I'd rather not. It's late, thank you, handsome guy, bye!"

She turned around to run but got caught.

"You fooled me like this five years ago. Do you think I'll fall for it again?"

"Ah!" Vickie screamed.

She was tossed back into the room the next second.

"What... what are you doing? I don't know you. Man, you found the wrong person, eh?"

The statuesque man bore down on her overbearingly.

"Wrong person? Vicky, I'll never forget your face!"

"I'm average. Dude, do you have prosopagnosia... ah!"

Vickie screamed out.

Then the mixed sounds of crying, moaning, and breathing came out.

It felt like drifting in the sea. Sometimes, she rode the tide. Sometimes, she sank to the bottom. In the end, she chose to follow the wave.

It was a restless night.

At dawn, she was exhausted and passed out. Only then did the man stop, let go of her and get off the bed.

A pitter-patter then came out of the bathroom.

Vickie abruptly opened her eyes, endured the pain, stood up, and saw her bad shape in the mirror.

She couldn't help but curse the man inwardly!

Grimacing in pain, she dragged her body to pick up the shirt and covered her body.

Picking up her purse and cell phone from the bedside, she crept towards the door.

Before leaving, she thought for a while, took out 100 yuan from her purse, wrote down two words, and threw the money on the bed.

She gently opened the door, went out, and quietly closed it.

Following a deep sigh, she turned around and ran off.

Outside the elevator, her cell phone rang. She rejected it without checking the caller ID.

The elevator door opened, and out came a man with amorous eyes. "Why isn't Chad answering my call?" He muttered.

Vickie kept her head low and brushed past him.

Then the elevator door closed.

The man wandered to the room that Vickie had just come out of and knocked on the door, "Chad, here I am! Open the door!"

"Get your ass in!" An angry growl came out.

The man pushed the door open, arched his brow, and smiled frivolously.

"Geez, are you scratched by a cat? Chad, finally, you got laid! I tell you what, you can't suppress it. It's bad for your health..."

"Shut up!" Wrapped in a towel, Chad Longman gnashed his teeth on the sofa.

"What's this?" The man with amorous eyes followed his gaze to look over and picked up a 100-yuan bank note from the tea table.

On it wrote two big words, 'Prostitution Fee'.

The man couldn't help but laugh, "What is this? Someone ravished you? The noblest son of Junction City was taken for a pimp?"

Chad gritted his teeth, and a dangerous glint crossed his eyes, "You have half an hour to find her!"

"Come on, forget it, it's just a woman. You had fun, why bother..."

"Jackson, if you can't find her, get out of Junction City and go back to Elwood's house!"

"Seriously? Who could piss you up like this?"

"Vicky."

"What? Who?" Jackson Elwood was shocked.

Vicky Mansfield came back after five years? And she slept with Chad?

Holy cow, this was sensational!

Chad narrowed his eyes and slightly curled up his lips to smirk, "Vicky, you won't escape this time!"

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