Chapter 181 Thalia, if you have the guts, come out
"Are you done yet?" William's tone was unfriendly, carrying barely restrained anger. His deep, magnetic, smoky voice had a hint of pressure to it.
"I don't know," Thalia gasped, slowly withdrawing her hand from his neck. This man William was like walking poison—once you touched him, you couldn't help but want to die from the intoxication immediately.
William pulled away, suppressing his anger: "Go check it out."
Thalia worried it might be Layla or someone from the crew. She sat up straight, tidied her loosened clothes a bit, and headed toward the door in her slippers. She had just reached the entrance, her hand just touching the doorknob.
A shouting voice came from outside: "Thalia, I know you're in there. If you've got the guts, open the door. You dare to do things but don't dare to open the door, huh? You believe I won't smash your door down?"
"Sir, didn't you say you were Ms. Smith's friend?" Outside, the security guard heard Walter's shouting and quickly reached out to try to pull him away.
This neighborhood was considered luxury housing in the film studio area, home to many celebrities. The property management fees were high too. Offending people by not doing their job well was one thing, but getting exposed would be a big deal.
"Let go of me, I'm Thalia's ex-fiancé."
Walter had been forced by Thalia to the point where he didn't dare go out anymore. Now it wasn't just Emerald City's elite circles that couldn't tolerate him—the entire city of Emerald City knew that Thalia wanted to destroy him completely.
This woman Thalia was too ruthless.
They'd had feelings for each other for over a year, yet Thalia wanted to destroy him completely.
Wasn't this killing him?
"Thalia, if you've got the guts, come out here."
Standing inside, Thalia frowned tightly, feeling very angry. She'd thought Walter would only dare make a scene in Emerald City, but she didn't expect him to come all the way to the film studio. There were entertainment reporters everywhere here. If this caused trouble, she'd have to spend time and energy dealing with it.
She decided to deal with him now.
Thalia immediately turned around, wanting to get her phone to make a call.
As soon as she turned, William pressed her waist against the door panel. He held her waist and kissed her lips.
The sound of her back hitting the door panel made Walter's cursing at the door stop for a few seconds. In an instant, the crazy door-banging resumed.
Thalia was trapped against the door panel by William. In front of her was the domineering William, behind her was that idiot Walter frantically banging on the door.
William, this pervert.
"Thalia, I know you're in there. You've got the guts to sue me but not to come out—what's that about? Aren't you Emerald City's princess? You dare to do it but won't own up to it, is that it?"
"Thalia, you bitch."
William's kissing became more and more aggressive, kissing her until her lips went numb. Unable to take it anymore, she pushed William away.
William lowered his head and bit down on Thalia's collarbone.
A scream came out. Thalia realized there was someone behind the door and instantly covered her mouth.
Obviously, Walter had also heard Thalia's sound.
Shock, anger, disbelief—all came one after another. Anyone who'd experienced this kind of thing knew what it meant.
"Thalia, what are you doing? Is there a man in your place?"
"Open the door for me. You were with me for so long and never let me touch you—are you looking down on me? Thalia, open the door."
"Why haven't you guys come up yet? Call the police."
Seeing Walter was like a mad dog they couldn't control, the property management people quickly called their colleagues to come up.
Soon, a man's screams came from the hallway. Walter was dragged away.
Thalia gasped, leaning on William's shoulder, her pale face showing she was still shaken. She'd really been afraid Walter would actually smash the door open.
Then her lifelong reputation would be ruined right here.
William let her go, walked to the coffee table, pulled out a wet wipe, and wiped his fingertips. Seeing this, Thalia's mind went blank.
She slowly slid down along the door to sit on the floor: "Are you a pervert? Making love to your wife with your hand?"
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"Gregory, there are lots of messages in the work group."
"What's going on?"
"They're saying Thalia's ex-boyfriend went to her apartment at the film studio to cause trouble and was taken away by the police."
Gregory's hand paused while drying his hair with a towel. He quickly walked to the bedside table, picked up his phone, and looked at it.
Someone had even posted a video. He heard every word Walter had shouted clearly.
There was someone in Thalia's place?
And it was a man?
If not, Walter wouldn't be that angry.
"Gregory?" Luca stood at the door holding a key card, looking into the room and asking carefully: "Thalia must have been frightened today. Don't you want to go comfort her?"
Gregory casually tossed his phone onto the bedside table: "Do you also want to buy me a watermelon?"
Luca: .........
"Thalia is so unlucky! Sure enough, when a beautiful woman meets a scumbag, there's no reasoning with it. If this causes trouble, Thalia will probably have another headache."
"I heard Thalia's dad was driven to death by Walter's family. Thalia has now taken Walter to court, and Walter's family can't accept it, so they came to the film studio to make trouble."
Not only were people at the film studio gossiping, but Emerald City's elite circles were gossiping too.
Gregory sat on the bed with his phone, watching the messages as he scrolled up page by page.
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"Get up."
William casually threw the wet wipe in his hand into the trash can and reached out his hand toward Thalia sitting on the floor.
Thalia looked up at him, pouting: "Can't get up, my legs are weak."
William chuckled softly, bent down, and scooped her up with one hand under her butt, lifting Thalia up: "Useless."
"You're so capable, you're really capable, playing this kind of sick game."
William's steps paused. He looked at Thalia sideways, his free hand rubbing her earlobe: "Thalia, you're allowed to love playing games, but I'm not?"
Thalia got anxious: "I play with other people, you play with me—how is that the same?"
"I'm a germaphobe, I can't play with others."
"Play a few more times and you'll get used to it!" Thalia got pinched on the waist and cried out in pain.
"Whose phone?" In the bathroom, William had just finished running the water and put Thalia in.
William listened to the ringtone source with lowered eyes: "Yours."
"Bring it to me."
When Layla saw the group messages, she anxiously called Thalia.
"Walter came looking for you?"
"Yes, I didn't open the door."
"He's a mad dog. Yesterday I had dinner with some investors, and I heard them talking about Walter, saying he got drunk and domestically abused Aria, beat her so bad she ended up in the hospital."
"No one in Emerald City pays attention to him now. He was living large when he was with you, but now everyone avoids him like he's bad luck. He's become psychologically disturbed."