Chapter 250

As I twisted the doorknob, I felt a firm grip on my collar from behind. A menacing voice hissed, “You little tramp! Thought you could fool me, huh? Damn, I’ll show you!”

“Please, no!” But no matter how much i struggled, my strength had already been sapped at that moment, leaving me no choice but to be dragged toward the bed.

“Does anyone else hear that? Sounds like a couple fighting.” Suddenly, the cultured voice of a middle–aged man echoed through the hallway outside

“Oh, come on, Dad. They’re just a couple who checked into a hotel. A little spat is normal. Let’s keep moving. I already told the restaurant to start preparing our meal.”

The man holding me turned livid, finally realizing I had left the door ajar. He threw me to the ground, reaching to shut the door, but someone pushed it open from the outside!

A pair of polished men’s shoes came into view, followed by the sight of neatly pressed pants encasing long legs.

Thinking it was the middle–aged man who had spoken earlier, I threw myself toward him, pleading, “Please, save me. I didn’t come here with anyone. I don’t even know this man!”

“Jane?” A familiar, soothing voice sounded above me!

Lifting my

my vision blurred with tears. The next second, I saw

I stumbled back, blinking back the tears as I used the wall for support to keep my

God, you just got divorced, and you’re already in a hotel room with

man?”

to enlighten the

hurling accusations, “So you’re freshly divorced? Lonely and desperate, are you? Looking for

trembled with the urge to retaliate, but I heard Bryant, his voice cold as ice, instructing Kevin. “Take him away. Make

the truth!”

around me and effortlessly lifted me into his arms, tuming to Richard.

his gaze lingering on me with a moment of

on the verge

Ferguson, are you sure about this? Today’s dinner is crucial for

was icy as he looked back at

need to think it through. Without the Myers family, the Ferguson Group’s

I’ll handle it” With a brisk, determined stride, Bryant

not putting me down until we

examined my disheveled clothes, barely containing his anger. “Did he

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