Mr. Monroe waved his hand dismissively and walked straight out of the wedding venue. Mrs. Monroe had fainted and needed to be rushed to the hospital.
William Quinn’s n left, and the remaining guests scrambled away as if fleeing for their lives.
A helicopter was waiting on the roof. William Quinn led Iris straight onto it, and as it ascended, everything below began to shrink.
Iris pressed her face against the window and looked down. Her face was pale, and her eyes were filled with uncertainty and fear for what was to co.
Her chin was suddenly gripped, forcing her to turn and et the man’s blue eyes.
He gazed at her with profound obsession. "From now on, you’re going to be a good girl and stay by my side. You hear ?"
Terrified, Iris nodded. She then asked, "If I do as you say... will you... let go ho to see my parents?"
"Of course."
William Quinn grinned. "If you really miss them that much, I’ll have them brought to our estate. They can stay with you... forever."
His voice was soft, but his words dripped with nace.
Iris shuddered.
William Quinn’s eyes fell upon her, still clad in the wedding dress. A vicious look darkened his features as he suddenly reached out and tore the gown to shreds!
"Ah!"
Iris shrieked, hastily trying to cover herself.
"I hate this dress. You almost beca another man’s bride." William Quinn’s face turned cold. He was rcurial, his moods shifting faster than the weather.
"Take it off!"
He ordered her.
Iris trembled violently, her terror growing. "But... I don’t have any other clothes here."
"Wear mine."
William Quinn produced his own black shirt and tossed it in front of her. Then, he watched her with a composed, expectant air. "Take it off."
’A madman!’
Iris finally understood, with chilling certainty, why Chloe had always insisted that William Quinn was a madman.
’He has no morals, no sense of right and wrong. He’s completely unpredictable. He talked about "taking responsibility" and acted as though he was genuinely interested, but everything he actually does is to coerce , to trample on my dignity.’
’There’s even a pilot on the helicopter, and he’s actually ordering to change in a place like this!’
Iris bit her lip, trying to bargain with him. "If you don’t like it, then don’t look at . Can I please just change when we land?"
But William Quinn seed to have lost his patience. He reached out again, tearing the dress to shreds.
This ti, only a few scraps of fabric were left to barely cover her body.
Her fair skin seed to glow, and the way the tattered cloth half-concealed and half-revealed her body created an alluring, captivating sight.
William Quinn’s breath grew heavy. He shut his eyes for a mont before saying, "Either I change you out of it, or you do it yourself!"
Iris stared at him, her eyes wide as tears stread down her face. ’This man is a complete lunatic!’
She didn’t dare hesitate. She scrambled to rip off the tattered remnants of her dress and quickly wrapped the black shirt around her body.
William Quinn watched her the entire ti. Seeing how obedient and docile she was, the agitation in his heart subsided considerably.
He pulled her into his arms, holding her as if she were a long-lost, precious treasure. He murmured, "Such a good girl. I like this so much."
Being held by him felt like being coiled in the grasp of a venomous snake. Iris trembled uncontrollably, fighting to suppress it so she wouldn’t provoke him.
"Quinn, we’ve got a plane on our tail!"
Just then, the pilot’s voice suddenly rang out.
William Quinn opened his eyes, a sinister, ruthless light glinting within their blue depths. A cold smile touched his lips as he took out his phone and dialed Walker Grant’s number.
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