Chapter 13: She Reached for Charles's Belt

Glassware, once shattered, could instantly become a deadly weapon.

She grabbed it tightly.

At the same time, a hand landed on her wrist. The bodyguard who had brought her here asked coldly, "Ms. Smith, what do you think you're doing?"

Charles stood nearby, looking down at her without saying a word, but the warning in his eyes was clear. "If you dare to act, I'll make sure your family pays the price."

Zachary, who was pinning her down, sensed something was wrong and stopped, getting off her.

Olivia's heart sank.

This was why Charles had arranged for four men to humiliate her at the hotel before.

He had found out all the possible ways she could use to save herself and was ready to stop her the moment she tried to act again.

Olivia masked her inner turmoil, straightened up, and forced a smile.

In front of everyone, she picked up an already opened bottle of red wine and poured it into a glass.

"Of course, I'm here to keep Mr. Baker company."

Olivia smiled and leaned against Zachary, swirling the wine in her glass, her voice sultry as she whispered in his ear.

"I once saw in a movie that women and red wine are a perfect match. Mr. Baker, would you like to taste the wine on me?"

Zachary's eyes lit up instantly. "I'd love to. I'd also love to cover you in red wine."

"You're so naughty."

Olivia playfully poked Zachary's chest with her finger.

"Hahaha, I can be even naughtier."

Zachary grabbed the glass from Olivia's hand and poured the wine over her face, his foul-smelling mouth kissing her face and neck wildly.

Charles, smoking nearby, offered a friendly reminder.

"Mr. Baker, be gentle. The day after tomorrow is Ms. Baker's birthday, and her family will be there to celebrate. Her husband, who's far away in Novaria, has scheduled a video call with her. If you leave marks on her, she won't be able to explain it to her husband and family."

With this "reminder," Zachary's kisses became even rougher.

Olivia felt as if she had fallen into an icy abyss.

Charles had done this on purpose, calling her out at this moment and "reminding" Zachary, all to make her slip up in front of her family.

He didn't just want to humiliate her in private; he wanted her to expose herself to her family.

She pushed Zachary away forcefully.

"What?" Zachary grabbed her chin harshly. "Just because your husband might see, you don't want me to touch you? Don't forget what you are!"

As he spoke, Zachary's face contorted with anger, as if he might crush her at any moment.

Olivia swallowed her fear and forced a smile, leaning back into Zachary.

"Serving Mr. Baker is my honor. I wouldn't dream of refusing. It's just..."

She glanced at Charles.

"I don't like it when someone watches us and keeps talking. It ruins the mood. What if he starts counting our rhythm next?"

"You're so considerate. Let's go to the room now."

In the room, Zachary threw Olivia onto the bed, quickly stripping off his clothes.

Olivia pressed her toes against Zachary's chest, stopping him.

"Why don't you take a shower first? I don't like the smell of another man's smoke on you."

Only Charles had been smoking outside, and this pointed comment made Zachary think of Charles.

In terms of looks, he wasn't as handsome as Charles.

In terms of height, Charles towered over him.

Every woman, given the choice between him and Charles, would choose Charles.

This was the first time a woman had rejected Charles in favor of him.

Zachary felt immensely satisfied. He stroked Olivia's delicate foot and said lecherously, "Wait for me, beautiful. I'll be right back."

As soon as Zachary went into the bathroom, Olivia got off the bed.

She picked up Zachary's phone from the table, found his wife's contact, and sent a text.

Then she took a sleeping pill from her bag—she often had insomnia and nightmares, so she always carried some with her.

She dissolved the pill in some red wine and smeared it on her face, neck, and shoulders.

Zachary soon came out of the bathroom, and without a word, he started kissing Olivia.

After a few moments, his phone rang. It was his wife.

He had to let go of Olivia to answer the call.

Despite his wife's lousy temper, he, a grown man, could handle a woman.

But his wife's family had money, and many of his businesses depended on their support. He couldn't afford to offend her.

"Don't go," Olivia pouted, worried Zachary hadn't ingested enough of the drug.

"You're such a tease. I'll be right back after this call," Zachary slapped Olivia's butt and turned to take the call.

The call lasted over half an hour. When he returned, he kissed Olivia for a while before suddenly feeling extremely tired. He rolled off her and fell asleep on the bed.

"Mr. Baker? Mr. Baker?"

After confirming Zachary was truly asleep, Olivia went to the bathroom to clean up.

When she came out in a bathrobe, she found Charles sitting on the sofa, smoking.

Olivia frowned in disgust and started drying her hair with a towel.

Charles looked her up and down, then sneered, "Ms. Smith, you really are resourceful. You did your homework."

He was referring to Olivia's prior investigation of Zachary.

In fact, she had investigated all the men Charles might make her accompany.

It was all to ensure she could protect herself when it mattered most.

"Ms. Smith, since you're so capable, why don't you give me a list of your investigations? I'll arrange for you to entertain these men one by one and see if you can always come out unscathed."

Seeing Olivia's calm expression, he continued to mock her.

"Charles!"

Olivia, eyes red with anger, lunged at him, her hands gripping the armrests of the sofa, trapping him:

"No matter how much you hate me, killing me with one blow would be enough. Why do you have to..."

Olivia closed her eyes, tears falling onto Charles's legs.

"Because this kind of punishment is the most unforgettable for you. I don't want you dead; I want you to be in such despair that you wish you were dead but can't die."

Opening her eyes, she looked at his handsome yet utterly wicked face, her lips trembling with hatred.

They were too close, and Charles frowned in disgust.

"Filthy. Get away from me."

"Filthy?"

Olivia laughed bitterly.

"You think I'm filthy? What right do you have to call me that? Isn't it all your fault that I'm in this situation? Your vile friend, the four men you arranged at the hotel, besides my husband, I've been forced to be with five men."

"All these men were given to me by you. You're the last person who has the right to call me filthy!"

Olivia couldn't control her emotions any longer and screamed.

The next second, she reached for Charles's belt.