Chapter 7 Chapter 7

The other side

In the dimly lit room, the atmosphere was hazy and suggestive. The sound of fabric tearing sharply cut through the air as the woman's long dress was ripped by the man's hands, scattering in tatters across the floor.

"Let... let me go..." Chloe's pleas were filled with fear as the man's sudden ferocity and the unbearable heat from his body made her tender skin burn painfully.

Despite knowing she couldn't escape his clutches, she continued to beg, "Please... let me go..." Her voice trembled, and her tear-streaked face was a heart-wrenching sight.

Lionel hesitated for a moment. The woman's delicate, white neck seemed to carry a subtle fragrance, and her trembling, bloodied lips were even more enticing.

Her hands, crossed defensively over her chest, only drew more attention to her seductive allure. Her bare skin was pale and incredibly soft, like that of a fairy.

After a brief hesitation, Lionel lost the last remnants of his rationality to the seductive woman. Like a predator, he swiftly overpowered her.

Never one to kiss women, he found her lips irresistibly tender and sweet, capturing them with precision and taking complete control of her.

Chloe kept her eyes tightly shut, tears streaming down her face. She stubbornly clenched her lips, even as they bled, trying to withstand the physical and emotional humiliation.

The man, wild and bloodthirsty, was drenched in sweat, which streamed from his face down his solid chest and further down.

***

As dawn broke, the room finally fell silent.

Chloe lay curled up, her eyes still shedding unfallen tears, while a thin blanket lay haphazardly over her. Her exposed neck and long, pale legs bore vivid marks-red and purple bruises.

Lionel, his long frame twisted, lay beside her, seemingly cradling her in his arms. His handsome face relaxed into a satisfied expression. The room was littered with clothes, pants, and torn fabric, a chaotic scene revealing the intensity of the previous night's events.

BANG--

Suddenly, footsteps echoed in the corridor, followed by a loud voice as the door was kicked open.

Click, click!

Cameras and phones flashed continuously as a large group of men and women, energized and excited, snapped photos of the chaotic scene.

"How dare you!" The man roared in fury, gripping the sheets tightly.

Startled awake by the commotion, the woman's already pale face turned ghostly white. In a panic, she instinctively pulled the blanket over her head.

But it was too late.

The sudden roar from Lionel made everyone freeze, their shock and amazement palpable. The murderous look in his eyes was unmistakable!

As the crowd snapped out of their stupor and tried to flee, Lionel, moving with lightning speed, blocked their escape route. The group was left stunned, their fear increasing as they realized Lionel's rage.

Just moments ago, the man had been in bed, but now, fully dressed in a bathrobe, he was behind them. No one had seen how he managed it.

"Smash everything!" Lionel, embodying his innate authority, had a face full of murderous intent. His cold, ruthless gaze and the command that followed left no room for disobedience.

Smash-

Smash-

The sound of shattering phones and cameras filled the room, as Lionel's orders were carried out with relentless precision.

"Get out!" His voice, like that of a vengeful demon, made the intruders tremble as they hurriedly fled.

It was clear that these people were not professional journalists.

No one in the media would dare to be so bold as to invade his private space and photograph him in such a compromising situation.

Even if it was just a simple photo or scandalous news about him, no one dared to leak it without his permission.

These intruders were clearly reckless, emerging from the depths of obscurity.

Lionel's attention turned back to the woman on the bed. His sharp eyes locked onto her. The woman, who had been curled up in a ball, had now quickly donned a bathrobe. She stared at him with a cold, proud, and defiant gaze.

Still pretending?

Lionel couldn't help but smile in disdain. This woman had some nerve to challenge him!

He advanced towards the bed, clearly seeing her shoulders tremble. Yet she stood straight, maintaining her composure.

Good, she had guts!

As he neared her, before he could make any move, the woman threw a wad of cash at him. "No need to look for me. Consider this a reward for your efforts last night."

Chloe, who had always held herself with pride, was not one to beg. Last night, she had felt humiliated begging him, only for this beastly man to still take advantage of her.

Men, besides her father, were all the same!

If that was the case, why should she show weakness in front of him? She treated him as if he were merely a paid escort for a wild night!

Lionel stood stunned for a moment, his usually sharp intellect momentarily short-circuited. It dawned on him-had he been hired for a night of service? His face turned a deep shade of anger.

The white-clad figure had already darted toward the door. All he saw was her slender back, which seemed to carry the fragrance of flowers..

"Ha." Lionel's lips curled into a twisted smile. Looking at the few bills scattered at his feet, his smile widened.

The president of K International Group, a figure at the pinnacle of power, had his night reduced to mere pieces of paper?

The woman had some nerve!

A sinister, bloodthirsty look crossed Lionel's handsome face. Though he had been unconscious of his actions last night, he had sensed that she was still a virgin.

But now. Lionel, the heir of the Williams, had his nearly 30-year-old pride destroyed by this woman.

To add insult to injury, she had treated him like a gigolo!

Well, well. Very well!

He would wait for this audacious woman to come to her senses and face the consequences!

"Barton, find out about the escort at Paradiso." Lionel made a call, his eyes chillingly cold. This matter was far from over.

With his keen insight, he could sense that someone was out to get him, and they seemed unable to hold back any longer!