Sumr Monroe was startled and asked coldly, "Who are you?!"
But as soon as Sumr asked, she slled the strong scent of blood and the masculine aura from the tall man whose face she couldn’t make out.
She instinctively felt: This man is very dangerous!
"Please leave! Or I will call soone!"
Sumr forced herself to stay calm, quietly reaching her right hand towards the bag she carried with her.
Inside there was a knife that could pierce the man’s heart!
However, just as Sumr’s hand touched the bag, the man pinned her against the wall, and a sharp, icy knife was pressed against her neck.
"If you don’t want to die, stay put and drop the bag!"
Sumr’s spine stiffened instantly, but she stubbornly bit her lip without moving. Then she felt the man’s knife press tighter against her neck.
All she felt was a sharp pain, and warm blood dripped down her hand.
Sumr thought the knife had unknowingly cut through her neck, but in the faint light streaming in from outside, she saw the man’s shoulder was bleeding.
It was his blood; he was injured!
"I don’t want to say it a second ti," the man coldly repeated.
Having no choice, Sumr had to throw away the bag containing the pepper spray.
The bag hit the ground with a dull "thud."
The man said, "Good," with satisfaction, and then ordered, "Strip."
Sumr’s eyes widened abruptly.
This man wasn’t after money, but after her!
But unlike typical attackers, this man had a mixed-race appearance, a straight nose, and well-defined features, exuding refinent and elegance. His deep black eyes were like mysterious black mandalas.
Perhaps due to racial traits, his skin was as white as snow, and his aura was both wicked and noble.
The man was handso—no, very handso.
His handsoness carried a youthful aura, probably around her age.
Yet, she vaguely felt that his features seed familiar, although she couldn’t pinpoint where she’d seen them before.
But Sumr had no interest in good looks.
After being stunned for two seconds, Sumr ca back to her senses, gritted her teeth, and said, "I can give you money, as much as you want!"
At that mont, a commotion sounded from the corridor outside the cabin: "Just saw him run this way... must be hiding on this floor! Search the rooms one by one!"
Sumr instinctively looked at the injured man, guessing he was being pursued.
The next mont, the man ruthlessly pressed the knife closer to her neck.
The knife was very sharp, and she imdiately felt a sharp pain.
"Hiss—" She sucked in a breath from the pain, realizing this ti she was the one injured.
"I told you to strip!"
The man’s lips were close to her ear, the warmth of his breath causing an unbearable itch.
With no choice, in this situation, she had to save her life first.
Sumr bit her lip hard, closed her eyes, and began to unbutton her clothes.
One button, two buttons... the sound of fabric being torn was especially suggestive.
Just as she reached the third button, the man’s hand covered hers, saying nothing, and gripped her collar firmly—
With just one forceful tug—
Only the sound of "tear—" was heard, and all the buttons fell to the ground.
He tore her clothes directly!
Before she could even scream, she was already scooped up by the man.
After two seconds of spinning, she found herself thrown onto the large bed by the man.
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