Chapter 133 Threat

Sophie slapped his hand away. Seeing the lecherous smile on his plain, rugged face, disgust and anger filled her. "Don't touch me."

Upon seeing her revulsion, the man's smile vanished instantly. He grabbed her chin roughly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Do you really think you're some rich man's wife now? You even doused yourself in that seductive perfume, yet he still pushed you away. You threw yourself at him, and he still didn't want you. And now you dare to look down on me?

"If it weren't for me, would you have graduated from a good university? Would you have had the chance to come to Vellmont City? What, now that you've met some rich man, you think you can just discard me?"

His voice was somber, laced with contempt.

Sophie clenched her fists, lowering her gaze to hide the hatred and disgust burning inside her. She remained silent.

Clyde Ascott's fingers traced her soft cheek before he leaned down and kissed her roughly on the lips.

"Don't forget where you came from. If that man knew about your past, do you think he'd even glance your way?"

at him, speaking through gritted teeth. "If you dare tell him, you can forget about getting

course, I won't tell him." Clyde sneered. "But if you don't behave, who

out and groped her roughly in

the urge to

me to see you being intimate with other men. You belong to me." He covered her face with frantic kisses, murmuring in

him made her stomach churn. She could barely hold back the urge to vomit. Finally, she couldn't take it

not feeling well today. Don't touch

face was a picture of dissatisfaction; his expression soured. "What? Other men can touch you, but when it's me, you

still want money leave right now. If I don't marry into a

expression, he hesitated. With money, he could have

that guy say he'd give you one million dollars. Once you get it, transfer 900,000

burned with the desire to stab the man in front of her. She suppressed her rage and glared at him. "If I take I

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