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

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

and Jessie, there was no way she

changed drastically as she

snatch her back. "Hey,

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

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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

me... I'm so hot, so hot... She squinted, her eyes shimmering with moisture, and her face

Mitchell was so startled that he jumped back immediately. "No, I'm not; Shakira, wake up!" Seeing Shakira in such distress,

to the top floor, ignoring his friends' teasing

whistled, puzzled. "Isn't Mr. Lopez personally backing the little flower? Why does he come back looking

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

her a favor; you don't understand,

you sure

kindly reminding him, "You guys should talk less; be careful

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

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

eyelid twitched, and he cast a cold

stepped in front. "Mitchell,

to push Brian aside but realized he 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