Why did the screen suddenly go black?!
Director Goldsmith’s urgent expression was clearly not normal, but Room 0676 was closed off. What will happen next?
Is the Eldest Miss Vaughn alright?
Everyone’s heart instantly jumped to their throats!
...
Even the most oblivious person could see that Florence Warner had been brainwashing Cecilia Vaughn repeatedly before, claiming Chairman Goldsmith was wealthy and worth pursuing, but what was she really planning?
Now, Florence Warner leads her stepdaughter to a hotel room to rest, and out walks a naked Director Goldsmith from Room 0676!
Who would believe there’s no ulterior motive here?
Thinking about a girl like Cecilia Vaughn, lovely as a flower, being hard by sobody like Director Goldsmith, everyone felt deeply uneasy!
"Everyone, hurry upstairs! I saw the room number, it’s 0676 on the second floor!"
"Go see what’s going on! If we’re late, the Eldest Miss Vaughn may suffer greatly!"
Many young heirs were filled with righteous indignation, ready to play the hero and save the beauty.
The reporters were even more restless; a scandal involving a stepmother harming a daughter from a first marriage—if this isn’t front-page news, how can they boost newspaper sales!
anwhile, Gregory Vaughn’s face turned livid with rage!
His whole life, he cared most about his public image; earlier, Cecilia Vaughn caused a scene in the corridor, and now there’s this ss—if the reporters capture anything, the Vaughn Family will truly beco a laughingstock!
"Everybody calm down, that live broadcast is definitely soone trying to fra us! Don’t fall for the trap!"
Gregory Vaughn tried to stop the people rushing upstairs, but he couldn’t fight against so many hands, and many heirs adored Cecilia Vaughn’s beauty—if she were defiled, they’d all be furious!
"Hmph, you’re really an incompetent father! No wonder the Eldest Miss Vaughn was so angry with you earlier!"
One young heir spat at Gregory Vaughn, then hurried upstairs.
Gregory Vaughn was stunned, and Fiona Vaughn felt anxious.
She never expected things to turn out this way; she had planned everything so well, so why was there a live broadcast?
The most crucial thing is whether Cecilia Vaughn drank that drugged tea or not?
Fiona Vaughn felt a sense of foreboding quickly pass through her mind, and she hurriedly pulled Gregory Vaughn.
"Dad, let’s quickly go upstairs and take a look! What if sothing happens!"
"Alright, we’ll go too!"
...
The hotel was already in chaos, and Cecilia Vaughn, the woman at the center of it all, seed indifferent.
Ha, Florence Warner and Fiona Vaughn planned to trap her in front of so many guests; these mother and daughter really aren’t afraid to die!
If they want to play this ga, and insist Director Goldsmith is a good match, let Florence Warner have him!
She turned off the switch on her corsage, after all, she didn’t enjoy such things—the live broadcast of a scandal was not her interest.
As for the two inside, they probably had lost all clarity by now.
The effects of the drug Florence Warner took had likely started, and as for the nearly naked Director Goldsmith...
Cecilia Vaughn’s almond eyes glead with a chilly sheen...
The middle-aged man’s eyes were glazed over, his face flushed unnaturally; although nearly fifty years old, he lacked the strength and consud drugs designed to enhance male prowess to impress Cecilia Vaughn.
Now, such "good things," let them handle it themselves!
...
When Cecilia Vaughn heard footsteps approaching from afar, her eyes lit up, knowing the guests were coming to watch!
They are really fast!
Cecilia Vaughn’s lips curled into a cold smile, but soon she tore a corner of her skirt and acted extrely frightened, shivering beside a hotel pillar.
Acting pitiful—who doesn’t know how!
...
The first ones to arrive were reporters, who imdiately noticed the girl crying by a pillar at Room 0676’s entrance!
Cecilia Vaughn was curled up on the ground, holding her knees, looking like a frightened little animal, even a piece of her skirt was torn.
Her shoulders shook continuously, and the hair that had been tied up was now loose and covered her beautiful face, revealing only her pale chin and the reddened corners of her eyes.
Everyone was taken aback; soon soone reacted, eagerly questioning Cecilia Vaughn.
"Eldest Miss Vaughn, are you alright? Don’t cry, did soone bully you?"
Cecilia Vaughn was utterly terrified, her face buried in her knees, her voice imbued with sobbing.
"I...I wasn’t feeling well earlier, my aunt said she’d bring here to rest..."
"But... suddenly a man without clothes burst out from inside, and I was scared; they even tried to push , in a panic, I shoved my aunt in."
"The door is locked now, and I don’t have the key; I don’t know what they’re doing inside...I’m...I’m so scared..."
Cecilia Vaughn’s voice quivered with fear.
Everyone was astounded!
That ant the two people inside Room 0676 hadn’t co out?
Although only two or three minutes had passed, if they intended to harm Cecilia Vaughn yet stayed inside, this didn’t seem quite logical!
...
Reporters, eager for a spectacle, already had Room 0676’s spare key, and imdiately swung open the door.
As the door opened, everyone was left speechless.
Director Goldsmith’s eyes were frighteningly red, his fat trembling, evidently drugged, though not severely, he still retained rational thought.
"Ugly! Damn, don’t co over!"
"Ah, I want beauties! Where are the beauties!"
Director Goldsmith shouted while pushing away a woman persistently pouncing on him, one hand still working on that vile thing.
anwhile, the woman in front of Director Goldsmith was far more terrifying.
Florence Warner was clearly beyond rational thought; her expensive silk qipao was torn like rags. She panted, continually closing the distance to Director Goldsmith.
"Give it to ... ah, it’s unbearable... why are you running away?"
"Give it to now!"
Florence Warner kept lunging forward but missed repeatedly.
Her mask used to cover burn scars was snatched off, revealing her horribly disfigured face!
...
Even the reporters who had ntally prepared were startled by Florence Warner’s ruinously aged face!
Good grief!
This was extrely heavy to stomach!
No wonder Director Goldsmith couldn’t bear it; any man with slight sanity couldn’t accept such a face!
...
Just then, Gregory Vaughn and Fiona Vaughn finally arrived hurriedly.
Fiona Vaughn saw Cecilia Vaughn trembling while hugging her shoulders and felt a deep sense of foreboding.
The next second, seeing Florence Warner with excessive flattery and frantically ripping her clothes, Fiona was even more shocked!
How could this happen!
That cup of tea was supposed to be...
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