"Respect?" Flynn scoffed and cast an utterly contemptuous glance at Jaden, asking, "Did I hear it right? Did you truly say to an assistant to show respect? Perhaps you have a negative thought running through your mind." Glancing at Flynn, Jaden scowled and said, "How can you talk like that?" "Since Mr. Gil doesn't want to do it, step aside." Flynn winked at a few individuals who were standing behind him, and they moved forward to encircle her. Stella turned her face to Gerald and looked. "Mr. Flynn, what do you mean by that?" "Little assistant, how dare you ask me what I mean?" scoffed Flynn. “Don't blame me for being impolite; you came here on your own." When Stella realized she was in danger, she tried to yell, but the man behind her grabbed her by the back of her neck with his hand. Stella dropped to the floor, rolling her eyes. Jaden went up to hold her, but no one caught her, and then scowled at Flynn. "Mr. Andrew , what are you doing?" M Flynn gave him a gloomy look
Clarence’s voice sounded as if it were being forced from his teeth, and his eyes were icy. "You dare!" "Now that I'm infertile, what else do you think I dare not do?" Flynn said. “Though I may have dared you in the past, do you think I will be terrified now?” The instant the words came out, Flynn hung up the phone. Clarence made the snap decision to "run over and send someone over to rescue her, and immediately lock the location of this cell phone number." "Yes!" Without hesitation, Joseph pulled out his smartphone and pushed Clarence out of the dinner area. *** Beside the bed, there was a big bowl of medication; the woman was still unconscious. With a poisoned look, Flynn said, "Give her the medicine." "Yes, Mr. Andrew!" After receiving the command, the man brusquely opened Stella’s mouth and began to pour medication into it. Stella was coughing violently, covering her throat, and was choked awake. Unconsciously raising her hand, she accidentally knocked over the m
Suddenly, the heat rose and permeated every part of her body. Stella’s face and ears were scorching from the heat and congestion in her head. She was no longer able to remain here. She needed to leave this place. She was only able to bite her bottom lip, and the agony momentarily pulled her back to awareness. Without delay, she stood up and went outdoors. But the medicine had such potency. Half a bowl was filled with it for her. Would she pass away here today? She just realized that her mouth was gushing blood and that her entire body hurt when she bit her bottom lip. She was tugged by a large, icy hand as she attempted to get off the toilet. She yelled and shook his hand almost reflexively, "Fuck off!!" Clarence grimaced as he cast a cold, hard glance at Stella. She had a warm body. Despite the drug's potency, she is still able to fling off his hand and maintain awareness. Clarence was taken aback by it. He looked shocked and his eyes widened when Stella raised her head. Her l
On the terrace… "Mr. Flynn, is it really ok we did that?" Flynn’s assistant had to inquire, "After all, if we offend the Conrad family, it will suffer in B City." "He's just a cripple, huh? I began from the beginning many years ago. Does he warrant my fear?" Flynn scoffed. Flynn actually had a history of having sex with attractive women, so he was not prepared to endure this at the hands of a helper. He possessed reason. Even in his anger, he wouldn't offend the Conrad family because of their reputation. However, he saw Clarence as a cripple. Naturally, a self-made man detested those second generation rich people. Clarence was nothing without the Conrad family's reputation, so this time he would make sure Clarence learned his lesson. He had realized that Clarence had no intention of offending Greg, and since he had the presidency, Jude would assume the role in the event of a major dispute. What was the cripple capable of at that point? "Mr. Andrew , although Clarence was S
Clarence , like an ancient machine, undid his buttons. Stella partly opened her eyes and studied it silently. They were out of breath. Clarence abruptly sprang up from the wheelchair and held Stella up after unfastening the final button. The Bewildered Stella did not stop to consider how a man with a disability could get out of his wheelchair all of a sudden. She was brought into the bedroom and laid down on the plush bed. A thick, sweaty body crushed against her as her head touched the pillow. His hands were hot on her waist, and there was a strong smell of his all around her. "Permit me to ask you one final question. Are you certain?" Stella"....." "No regrets?" With his thin lip resting on her upper lip, he squinted and drew nearer to her, whispering, "Do you know who I am? If not, I won't assist you.” Stella remained silent. "Huh?" "Who am I?" He asked as he lifted her up and undid the button on her butt. "Er..." she opened her eyes and met the man's gaze with re
Standing in front of the mirror, she gave her a disbelieving look. Her neck bore several strong streaks of purple and green. She was no stranger to such traces. But only once. That was the soggy evening after her recent divorce from Shawn. That weird man had stolen her virginity. She tried to take a bath after running screaming from her house and discovered several kisses on her neck. Similar to how it is right now... After being surprised for almost a full ten seconds, she abruptly lowered her head and looked. True enough, her advertisement body was covered in marks. She was lost in thought. How could she have forgotten? Flynn gave her a medication last night while the room was lighted with incense. She was so preoccupied with whether Clarence had been drugged that she failed to recognize that she had. She was unable to recall the remainder. Clarence, however, lacked power. She lost control of her shaking and collapsed on the ground. "Mrs. Conrad, what's the matter?" Nann
Clarence raised his hands in the air. He was giving her a scowl. What was this woman going through? Instead of speaking with him, Stella buried her face in the duvet, hiding scars on her neck. Clarence was not happy to see her hide the marks. "What are you doing?" She hid below the quilt, just showing Clarence her head on the outside. "Last night you..." She was unable to talk and stammered. Clarence gave her a stern look and said, "What?" "Did you?" She wanted to bite her lower lip instinctively again, but she restrained herself from doing so after he mentioned that she constantly bit her lips. "What?" He questioned her who he was at the crucial moment since he understood that she had gone insane at the moment and might not have known. Clarence felt uneasy as she called his name aloud. He wondered if she recalled what had happened the night before when she asked about it now. She gave him a long, fixed look. "When i asked you to leave, did you leave?" She inhaled dee
"Impotent?" Clarence asked, his eyes deep and keen, "Who told you?" His hard, piercing stare caused her to swallow uncontrollably as she said, "The people outside." "Oh, you do accept them? Do you not realize that I am impotent?” Clarence abruptly grabbed her wrist and pulled her in. Stella cried out and yanked the hand away! "Have a good feel, am I impotent?" Stella’s thoughts froze. She bit him on the shoulder out of fear, but as he started to hurt, she withdrew her hand. "Clarence, you rascal!" "Who am I? You begged me last night; why didn't you call me a rascal?" He nibbled her chin with an unpleasant look and said, "Do you really think of yourself as a wild cat? You bite me all the time." She reddened. Why had Clarence’s attitude toward her changed, in her opinion? "Remember!" He said in a hard whisper, "From now on, you are my woman.” Stella gasped. How did he say it? "Don't contact with your ex-husband, or Jude, or any other man, or even look at them." Stella ".