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.

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

we had dinner together tonight; Shakira was happy and drank too much, so I'm taking her to her

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

drastically as

snatch her back.

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

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immediately pushed Jessie back into the elevator. Surrounded by several big men, Jessie could only watch in anger as Mitchell took Shakira

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 lost her

could easily tell the situation now, "Damn it! They actually drugged you! Hospital, I'm taking you to the hospital!" Just as he was about to carry her, Shakira reached out to touch him. Mitchell was so startled that he jumped back immediately. "No, I'm not; Shakira,

his friends'

Lopez personally backing the little flower? Why does he come back looking like this?

you're quite bold. Generally, women wouldn't dare to ask you for such

drink, his tone unhappy. "I owe her a favor; you don't understand, so don't

Are you sure you're not

help but shake his head, kindly reminding him, "You guys should

exchanged glances and made a zipping motion over their mouths, not

commotion outside, and the door was kicked open. "Walter!" Mitchell rushed in, striding straight toward

he cast a cold

front. "Mitchell,

couldn't budge him at all. Having run over, he was already drenched int sweat. Grabbing Brian's clothes, he looked over him at Walter, who was completely ignoring

grip on the