Director Chapman was clearly enraged.
Things like unspoken rules, how big of a deal are they in this industry?
As long as you’re in this circle, you need to have this understanding!
What are you pretending to be noble in front of for?
"I’ve changed the conditions! As long as you two stay with for two days, I can pretend the earlier incident didn’t happen!" He grabbed Sumr Sutton’s wrist, seeming to want to pull her into his embrace.
Sumr Sutton was already repulsed by these things, and his new conditions made her feel sick to her stomach.
Isn’t one enough? He still wants a threeso?
Ariella Sawyer was clearly also very resistant to such things; not many self-respecting girls would do such a filthy trade.
Feeling her dignity had been greatly insulted, Ariella’s face darkened, and she scolded, "Let her go!"
"I won’t!" Director Chapman sneered coldly, not only refusing to let go of Sumr Sutton but instead pulling her closer to his side.
He seed to want to kiss her, and goosebumps rose all over Sumr’s body.
She tried to struggle but couldn’t break free. In her panic, she wanted to kick him, but beside her, Ariella did sothing even more violent.
Ariella was already quite bold; when her temper flared, she didn’t care anymore.
She picked up a wine bottle from the table and smashed it over Director Chapman’s head.
"I said let her go, didn’t you hear? Who cares about being in your film? In this industry, it’s fine if you have no ambition. My inco is enough for ; I don’t need the vanity gained by selling my body!"
She hit hard; Director Chapman ducked, but it didn’t hit the back of his head—his forehead took the blow instead.
Blood flowed imdiately.
Touching his forehead with his fingertips and seeing the bright red blood on his hand, he was pretty shaken.
"You’ve got guts! Today, I’m determined to have her, what about it?" He swept his nacing gaze over Ariella, pushing her away. Ariella staggered back a few steps, her forehead thudding against the edge of the table.
The man’s strength was great; she hit hard as well, and her forehead started bleeding imdiately.
Ariella was in pain, nearly passing out.
"Ariella!" Sumr Sutton wanted to rush over to check on her but was yanked back by Director Chapman.
His large hand clamped her wrist as he dragged her toward the restaurant’s exit.
Ariella’s manager was still there, but considering Ariella’s future, stood paralyzed, uncertain of what to do.
Ariella wanted to stop him but was too dizzy; she tried to stand up but fell back to the ground.
Sumr Sutton was still being dragged out by Director Chapman.
No matter how hard she struggled, Sumr couldn’t break free, feeling cornered, and her mind went blank.
As she passed other tables, she groped for sothing and smashed it against Director Chapman’s head.
She grabbed a vase, crystal material, with a heavy base.
The force of her blow was significant.
Director Chapman was thoroughly provoked by her.
Unbothered by the fact they’re still outside the restaurant, he hauled Sumr into his car, intending to assault her directly.
Sumr Sutton was panic-stricken; even with her courage, being dragged into a car by a man like this rendered her unable to stay calm.
When the car door closed, Sumr Sutton felt despair.
She shrank back slightly, coldly watching the man undress, and warned, "You can’t touch ! If you do, it’s not just about not being able to survive in this industry—you won’t even know how you died!"
She’s just a small assistant, would a renowned director like Chapman be afraid of her?
Not a word of what Sumr Sutton said was taken seriously by him.
"I really want to know, if I touch you, exactly how will I die?"
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