"Do you know what I hate the most?" The man's eyes were red and he was panting.
"Cough-cough..."
Vivian's throat hurt from being pinched. Other than coughing, she couldn't say anything.
"Since you want to be in trouble, I'll help you."
After that, Morris grabbed her arm, carried her to the bedroom like a chicken, and threw her onto the bed.
"Hey, what... what do you want to do?"
Vivian was shocked. She was truly a little afraid of Morris.
He pulled down his tie with one hand and pressed the button on the remote control with the other hand. The curtain in the bedroom was closed, and the room instantly became dark.
In the darkness, there was a sound and Vivian's clothes had been destroyed by Morris.
"Bastard, let me go!"
Being good at Taekwondo, she was resisting Morris. However, at that moment, she was unable to defend against Morris at all.
"You even dared to use the medicine. Now you want to resist..."
"What? I'm here to... ask for money."
Vivian resisted, but when her slender fingers touched Morris' skin, she realized that his body was really hot.
Medicine?
She soon realized what was going on, but it was too late for her to get up and run away.
Being controlled by him she cried. Morris finally felt annoyed because of her crying and directly stuffed his tie into her mouth. "You are so noisy."
That night, the man was crazy. In the end, Vivian passed out several times and woke up again, crying.
Damn.
Was Morris too strong, or the medicine too good?"
Vivian cursed Morris in her heart.
...
The next day.
It was already noon when Vivian woke up.
Lying in bed, she moved her body and found that her whole body was sore, as if she had been beaten hard. And her body was sticky enough to make her collapse.
Vivian sat up and looked around the bedroom. There was no trace of Morris, and there were clean clothes at the head of the bed.
She got up and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Before she could remove her makeup, she walked out of the bedroom and wanted to ask Morris for an explanation.
When she walked out of the bedroom, she found a strange man sitting on the sofa in the living room.
"My name is Trent Stone and I'm Mr. Cheal's special assistant."
Before Vivian could speak, Trent introduced himself.
"Where's the b*stard Morris? He slept with me and left. Is he denying the fact?"
Vivian cursed angrily.
"B*stard?
Trent was shocked.
The ignorant are fearless.
He didn't argue with her. He pointed to a box of medicine on the table and said, "Boss said that you either take the contraceptive pill and leave Houston, or die! Miss Mond, you can choose by yourself."
He already knew her name. He must have done an investigation.
Vivian's heart pounded. She felt Morris' ruthlessness and couldn't help but be frightened.
Instantly, her arrogance diminished.
She pursed her lips and said, "Well... I... I want to see Morris. I am his savior. How can he repay my kindness with revenge?"
Hearing that, Trent smiled contemptuously. "I'm tired of listening to such bad lies. Do you think Boss will believe you?"
"I'm telling the truth. That day..."
"Miss Mond!"
Trent was impatient. "If you refuse to accept, don't blame me for being rude."
A bell tinkled.
At that time, the elevator door opened.
Vivian had originally thought that it would be Morris, but the person walking out of the elevator was an old madam with white hair. She had a dignified appearance, followed by two attendants.
Trent bowed and said, "Madame Cheal."
Madame Cheal walked in and glared at Trent. "What are you doing?"
"I'm only handling some private matters for Boss."
Trent answered honestly.
Madame Cheal pointed at the box of contraceptive pill on the table. "Your so-called private matter is to get rid of the great-grandchild of the Cheal?"
Vivian opened her eyes wide. Great-grandchild?
She followed the madam's finger and looked at the box of medicine. She could not help but be confused. Could it be that the 'grandchild' that Madame Cheal had mentioned was in her abdomen...
No, is it the thing left in her body by that guy yesterday?"
"This is Boss' order."
"Humph, let him come to me if he has doubts."
Madame Cheal turned around and walked towards Vivian. Her serious face instantly turned to be kind. "Are you Vivian?"
Vivian didn't like Morris and didn't like Madame Cheal either. However, in order to be polite, she still asked, "What can I do for you, granny?"
"You look ordinary, but you are honey-lipped." The word "granny" made Madame Cheal smile.
Vivian's skin was naturally fair, so she deliberately painted her skin darker. She painted her eyebrows thick and painted many spots on her face. At first glance, she looked quite ordinary.
Madame Cheal held her hand affectionately. "Vivian, I'm getting old. I just want to have a great-grandchild. I've investigated you and learned that your parents are in the hospital. Besides, you have to work part-time to earn money to support your family. You're a good girl. As long as you're willing to give birth to a child for my family, I'll agree to any requirement."
Vivian's eyes widened and she shook off Madame Cheal's hand as if she had been electrocuted. "No, no. granny, I know you want to have a great-grandchild, but this is your family business. It has nothing to do with me."
What was the madam thinking about? She couldn't give birth to a child for the Cheal Family because she had slept with Morris.
What kind of person did the madam think she was?
That was too hasty!