The True Heiress's Return

Chapter 90

Donavan grinned maniacally as he approached Shakira. Just as he bent down to pick up the evening's feast, he was suddenly struck by a painful sensation from the arm that Shakira had whipped with her scarf. Lago Jessie followed out and, seeing Shakira already on the ground with no way to escape, finally breathed a sigh of relief Thankfully, they had made preparations in advance; Shakira was 100 wary of them! "Mr. Blondel, let's have a drink and discuss our cooperation. My wife will send the person to your room," Lago flattered with a cheerful laugh. His tone was as if he were discussing a simple transaction of ordinary goods. Jessie rushed forward, roughly pulling Shakira.

Donavan immediately expressed his dissatisfaction. "If she gets hurt and ruins her looks, the price will definitely be discounted."

"You old hag, be gentle!" Lago exclaimed, clearly agitated. This was about money; he couldn't afford any mistakes.

Jessie instantly became gentle, pressing Shakira down. She struggled to hold herself up, forcing a smile on her face. "Mr. Blondel, don't worry, I guarantee she won't lose a single hair."

Donavan waved his hand dismissively. "Let's hurry up and finish so I can get to work."

Lago hunched over, guiding them toward the private room. "Yes, yes, Mr. Blondel, right

this way...

Jessie maintained her smile until Donavan entered the room, at which point she dropped the facade. Gritting her teeth, she raised her hand high toward the unconscious Shakira. "You little slut, still being arrogant with me!" Just as she was about to strike that smooth face, Jessie abruptly stopped

Filled with reluctance and resentment, she quickly replaced it with a smile, her eyes gleaming with bitterness transformed into pleasure. "What good is being arrogant? You'll still be played out by men!"

Donavan was somewhat infamous in the circle-not only was he successful in business, but his reputation was also quite terrible. He was known for being cruel and perverted in affairs, once leaving someone paralyzed, and then easily settling it with money.

Tonight, Shakira will either be ruined or left in tatters! Thinking that Shakira would become a broken shoe by tomorrow, Jessie felt quite pleased and dragged her into the elevator.

To curry favor with Donavan, Lago had booked the high-end diamond suite on the top floor. As the elevator doors opened, before she could pull Shakira out, they collided with a group of then in suits.

"I heard the top five wealthy families are upstairs; should we go say hello?" The men all looked toward Mitchell at the center. "No, Mitchell replied irritably and then turned to see the two in the elevator.

recognized Shakira and then noticed Jessie. Seeing that Shakira was already unconscious, he reached out and grasped her arm, feeling her burning body. low come you two are

was happy and drank too much, so I'm taking her

Mitchell was suspicious. He didn't smell any alcohol on Shakira, and he knew how much she despised Lago and Jessie, there was no way she would get drunk with them! Something was definitely wrong! Realizing this. Mitchell forcefully took Shakira away

drastically as

her back. "Hey, Mr.

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him. "No need to worry, Mrs Jessie; I'll take my

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say it, several of his friends, having received his signal, immediately pushed Jessie back into the elevator. Surrounded by several big men, Jessie could only watch in anger as Mitchell took

her face, slowly mumbling, "Don't... don't touch me... I'm so hot, so hot... She squinted, her eyes shimmering with moisture, and her face gradually flushed. She almost

to touch him. Mitchell was so startled that he jumped back immediately. "No, I'm not; Shakira, wake up!" Seeing Shakira in such distress, he suddenly thought of something

floor, ignoring his friends' teasing

Why does he come back looking like this? Which blind

women wouldn't dare to ask you

sipped his drink, his tone unhappy. "I owe her a favor;

sure

reminding him, "You guys should

exchanged glances and made a zipping motion

then, there was a commotion outside, and the door was kicked

he cast a cold glance,

front. "Mitchell, what do

run over, he was already drenched int sweat. Grabbing Brian's clothes, he looked over him at Walter, who was completely ignoring him, and in his urgency, he shouted, "You need to come with me right

grip on the