"Hmm, ah—"
In a situation where no one was prepared, a woman’s seductive moan poured out from the big screen.
Hannah Ford curled up completely, hugging her arms, helplessly closing her eyes, not daring to watch the images on the screen.
She felt dirty and useless, as those burly n reminded her of countless days and nights of being humiliated in the basent.
Her cold indifference towards Lily Redington also reminded her of Bella Scott’s blood-covered hand reaching towards her before she died, and her sorrowful yet incredulous gaze.
She hugged her arms, not feeling secure enough, then covered her ears.
She didn’t dare to look, didn’t dare to listen—she couldn’t face the people on the screen anymore.
Until—
"Hannah Ford, what the hell is going on! Why is Evelyn in there!!!"
As Hannah Ford was in a state of ignorance and unawareness, her body was suddenly seized, and the violent shaking made her lift her head from her sensory-deprived world.
In front of her was Frank Chamberlain, unable to keep up his pretense any longer, his face full of anger.
"Hannah Ford, you better explain clearly. Why is Evelyn in there!?"
Frank Chamberlain had already forgotten to maintain his presidential deanor, his eyes red as he pointed accusingly at the screen behind him after shouting at Hannah Ford in anger.
Following the direction of his finger, Hannah Ford raised her head dazedly.
Indeed, the big screen showed an unbearable scene.
A woman surrounded by seven or eight n on the sofa, abandoned and letting go, engaged in debauched acts.
However, instead of Lily Redington, it was inexplicably Evelyn Lucas who appeared naked on the screen.
She was pressed on the sofa by seven or eight n, and seen from the cara’s angle, only half of her face—both painful and joyous—could be seen.
Apart from that, only so faint glimpses of exposed skin could be seen among the seemingly crazed burly n.
But even so...
Everyone saw the scenes on the screen and heard Evelyn Lucas’s voice, knowing what they were doing and what was happening!
"What’s going on! Why isn’t it Lily Redington, why is it Evelyn!?" Frank Chamberlain grabbed Hannah Ford’s wedding dress collar and shook it furiously.
Seeing Hannah Ford’s face turn pale in fear, stamring without words, Frank Chamberlain flung her aside.
"Gather your n and follow to the lounge. Seal the area outside, and don’t let any dia inside—"
Frank Chamberlain ordered the guard, but as he took a step forward, soone blocked his path.
Aidan Lucas stood in front of him, one hand in his pocket.
His eyes, cold like ice shards, gazed darkly at Frank Chamberlain’s face.
"Mr. Lucas, the forr first lady is suffering, and I need to rescue her. Step aside!"
Frank Chamberlain had no ti to argue with Aidan Lucas, and was about to bypass him after issuing the command.
Yet, when he moved left, he bumped into Sebastian Lucas VII with an expressionless face.
Moving right, he was t with the imposing, stern face of the blond-haired bodyguard.
No matter which direction he went, Aidan Lucas seed determined not to let him pass.
Frank Chamberlain’s subordinates wanted to take the President away, but just Aidan Lucas’s presence alone was intimidating enough.
Let alone the stern and cold individuals like Sebastian Lucas VII and Winston standing by.
"Mr. Lucas, your wife is still in the lounge. The situation inside is so chaotic...aren’t you even a little worried about her!?" Frank Chamberlain had no choice but to lower his voice to remind him because of the dia.
Unexpectedly, Aidan Lucas didn’t even lift an eyelid, coldly responding, "Mr. President is mistaken. Lily Redington is near childbirth, resting at ho. She didn’t co today, so how could she be in the lounge?"
Not only Frank Chamberlain was stunned by this, but even Hannah Ford was shocked upon hearing this.
Lily Redington didn’t co?
How is that possible, she was clearly accompanying Hannah Ford in the lounge earlier!
[Three updates first, we’ll continue after writing the rest~]
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