When she erged, Mu Liubing walked up to her and let down her tied ponytail. That ink-black waterfall cascaded down, and for a mont, he saw a double image overlapping with Xia Qingqian.
"You have two hours and fifty minutes left to beg President Beitang," Mu Liubing said indifferently, thinking about the events to co and restraining himself. He just wanted to see Beitang Yao humiliated.
Xia Qingqian gritted her teeth, endured the humiliation, and ran out of the bungalow. Mu Liubing’s driver took her to the Golden Venerate Hotel. Holding the pass card Mu Liubing had given her, she entered the Golden Venerate Hotel. The Golden Venerate Hotel was under the Beitang Group and was accessible only to the elite who held a Golden Venerable pass card.
No matter how President Beitang humiliated or trampled on her, she would obediently submit, as long as he gave her the auction money to save Mr. Xia.
When she reached the door of the luxurious presidential suite, Room 3038, she pushed the half-open door and entered. Inside the spacious suite, a refined and elegant man and a charming, rakish man were surrounded by a group of sexy and seductive beauties.
Her appearance did not stop the people inside from their rrymaking. Instead, they looked at the uninvited guest at the door with contempt.
The refined man crossed his long legs on the coffee table, revealing a hint of charm not inferior to the other man, and looked at Xia Qingqian indifferently.
"Excuse , is President Beitang here?" She glanced around the room several tis but did not see Beitang Yao. Anxious and panicked, she disregarded her dignity and urgently asked the two n, hoping to find out Beitang Yao’s whereabouts from them. However, she saw complex emotions in their eyes.
"You have the nerve to co here so shalessly?" Before Xia Qingqian’s voice had even landed, a cold, unruly voice ca from behind her, then soone domineeringly brushed past her.
She was almost knocked askew, and in that mont, his eyes fell on her light yellow dress, a cold light flashing in his eyes. Just a mont ago, from behind, he thought he was seeing things.
"Yao, be gentle with the girl," said the charming and rakish Du Ziheng, who at so point had walked up to Beitang Yao, smiling seductively, "especially with a beauty."
"When did riffraff start being allowed into the Golden Venerate?" Beitang Yao’s narrowed phoenix eyes glinted with a hint of cold and danger.
The security guard in a black uniform ca to take Xia Qingqian out, but she struggled free and bent her knees to kneel at Beitang Yao’s feet. "Young Master Beitang, I beg you, don’t drive away. Give a million, and I will do anything you ask!"
Xia Qingqian’s kneeling made everyone in the presidential suite gasp, except for Beitang Yao. He remained standing there like an ice sculpture, unmoved, without even a furrow in his brow.
"Young Master Beitang, please, I really need this million!" She reached out, trying to grab his trousers, but he noticed and stepped back two steps.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, his icy eyes reflecting waves of disgust. "Do you think dressing like this will make pity you? Won as lowly as you are only good for being played with!" That dress she was wearing, he had once given an identical one to the woman he loved most. Now, he saw it on her. Why was this woman so determined to approach him, dressing herself exactly like that woman!
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