NovelApp"Ahhh!!! I'm so pissed!" Emily Quest broke down.
She should not have accepted the man's invitation in the first place. Regret sat in her stomach, drowning her in dread.
*** There were a few cars at the hotel's underground parking lot.
The darkness around them was absolute, and the silence was oppressive.
In the black Rolls-Royce limousine, Christopher Lancelot was languidly sitting on the back seat of the car with his legs crossed and his eyes closed.
He was wearing a white dress shirt and a pair of black trousers.
The first three buttons of his shirt were unfastened, revealing his imposing chest muscle.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe daunting aura exuded by him was intensified in the darkness.
There were two rows of black-clad men standing beside the car. The lineup was formidable.
The people who passed by the parking lot could hardly stop to turn and look at them.
Suddenly, the car door was opened. A young man with the glossy slicked back hair hung his head respectfully. "Master Lancelot, the video is right here. What should I do next?" "Send it to her husband, and tell him where she is now." Christopher snorted.
"Yes, sir!" The young man gave him a courteous nod again. "I've thrown away Emily's clothes, bag, shoes, towels, bathrobes, and bedsheets as you ordered. I've also cut the wire of the landline. Emily can never get out of the room." Christopher sneered, then looked at Tucker in the driver's seat. "Let's go." Hearing the order, the young man immediately closed the car door for him.
Tucker soon started the car.
As Christopher's subordinate, Tucker was his closest right-hand man. However, Tucker had a strange feeling that he was not the sMaster Lancelot he knew anymore.
Christopher had been acting like a hero without a cape recently.
He was always secretly protecting Xyla Quest.
Today, the people he sent to protect Xyla in secret reported to him that Xyla was bullied by Emily during the selection of the thpark's design. Without hesitation, he had ordered the young man to set a trap for Emily, saying that he wanted Emily to pay the price for it.
Tucker stole a glance at Master Lancelot through the rear-view mirror. He had a thoughtful look on his face, yet he did not dare to make a sound.
He did not dare to think what his master would do if Emily had done something even more outrageous this morning.
Perhaps Emily would have disappeared off the face of the earth.
*** Meanwhile, Emily was pacing up and down the room anxiously. She could not describe how helpless she felt. Suddenly, the image of curtains flashed across her mind.
She quickly turned to the window.
Only then did she notice that the curtains in the room were not made of cloth. They were all automatic blinds curtains! There was not a single piece of cloth in the entire room! Was she going to stay here for the rest of her life? She had been in the room for an hour now.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHowever, she failed to cup with any solution to get out of here.
Knock knock knock...
Right at that time, somebody knocked on the door.
Emily instantly rushed to the door.
She peeked through the cat's eyes and found Tom Sullivan standing front of the door...
Outside the room, Tom was wearing a white shirt and black pants. He was well-dressed.
Inside the room, Emily was completely naked, looking battered and exhausted. Santhy COTT (Mind)velwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality. Once again, Emily's brain exploded.
Tom Sullivan! Why was he here? Was this what the young man was planning to do? Was he trying to let Tom catch her in the act? Oh my god...
What the hell was she supposed to do now? What else could she do? Emily rooted to the spot, hardly daring to breathe...
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