Just as Winona Wallace felt her whole body aching, her head heavy, and struggled to open her eyes without success.
She felt soone shove her right arm vigorously: "Quick, hide sweetheart, my wicked woman is coming, don’t let her catch you."
A rough and sleazy voice belonging to a middle-aged man, one she had never heard before, sounded in her ear.
Winona Wallace felt puzzled.
She should have never heard this voice, yet why did it sound familiar to her?
Moreover, she should still be in Room 2309, and even if she fainted, she shouldn’t be hearing soone like this speaking at her ear.
She was the proud Miss Wallace; when had she ever t such a boorish person?
But the middle-aged man’s hand, with its greasy touch, was still pushing hard on her shoulder.
And the man, while lowering his voice to wake her, his greasy palm rubbing on her shoulder, made her feel nauseous.
Until another loud noise ca from outside the door, as if soone was kicking it, frightening the middle-aged man into pushing harder.
"Sweetheart, don’t sleep, wake up! If you don’t hide, not only will you be in trouble, but you’ll also get killed!"
With this low-voiced urging, a slap landed on Winona Wallace’s face.
Her left cheek imdiately felt a fiery pain.
This awoke Winona Wallace, whose mind felt like it was filled with mush, unable to fully awaken, into opening her eyes abruptly.
A middle-aged man’s face, greasy and ugly, appearing to be in his forties or fifties, was magnified in front of her.
"Ah—who, who are you!" Winona Wallace was fully awake, and even her previously dazed, limp body imdiately sprang up from the bed.
"Shh! Keep it down, keep it down!"
The middle-aged man’s rough hand covered Winona Wallace’s mouth, the nauseating sll almost making her vomit.
"My wicked woman is outside, you keep it down!"
When Winona Wallace heard the middle-aged man ntion the ’wicked woman,’ she suddenly rembered where she had heard this voice before.
That’s right!
It was on the phone!
She had heard it when contacting the coal magnate, William Carter, over the phone, as he used the term ’wicked woman’ to refer to his wife, Sophia Origin.
So, the person in front of her was—
"You are... mm... William... Carter!" With her mouth covered, Winona Wallace spoke indistinctly.
Every ti she tried to speak, the sll of the man’s yellowed fingers, stained by cigarette smoke, filled her nostrils.
Winona Wallace, who was always pampered, found this unbearable.
"What William Carter, I’m your man now. Sweetheart, be good, find a place to hide quickly. I’ll deal with the wicked woman outside, and then I’ll take good care of you."
William Carter spoke, while his other free hand began to rub Winona Wallace’s exposed body.
It was only at this mont, since waking up and not having the chance to see her surroundings clearly, that Winona Wallace suddenly realized she was stark naked, lying on the hotel King-size Bed.
The bed was in complete disarray, clearly sothing had happened.
And Winona Wallace was entirely nude, not even a piece of clothing to cover herself.
At the center of the King-size Bed covered with white sheets, red bloodstains were glaringly bright, piercing to the eyes.
The body, which she had treasured for so long and never allowed a man to touch, was now marked all over with bruises and purple pinches.
Clearly, all of this was the work of the man in front of her.
The wealthy lady, whose dignity was forged by riches and power, collapsed completely at this mont.
"William Carter—you, how dare you lay a hand on ! I’ll kill you, have my Dad kill you!"
[Update complete, see you tomorrow night~]
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