Her appearance now...
Audrey Wood couldn't imagine what would happen if those photos of her got out. Not just her career, but her entire life would be over.
The young man chuckled, "You dare to do these sordid things but don't want others to know? I know you didn't just take advantage of ; several friends at the sa level fell victim to you. A woman who has slept with so many n, what's left to hold onto? Let everyone see you like this."
The young man grabbed her hair and lifted her head, took several photos of her face, and forced her into a variety of frontal poses, taking several more shots.
The young man looked at the photos on his phone with satisfaction, tidied up his clothes, and glanced disdainfully at the woman on the floor, sneering.
"From now on, deposit five thousand into my account every month, or I'll post these photos online, one by one. Understand?" The young man threatened.
He kicked her and, seeing her bruised and swollen face, wrinkled his nose in disgust.
Such an old woman, if it weren't for her holding a bit of power, he would be disgusted to even touch her, yet he had to appease her.
"Serves you right."
The young man snorted coldly, took his things, and left. As he took the elevator out of the hotel door, he counted the money he took from Audrey Wood's wallet. Who would have thought that this woman, who appeared so glamorous on the surface, didn't even have a thousand bucks in her wallet?
As the young man lowered his head counting the money and walked forward, a hand suddenly blocked his path. He stopped, a bit startled, and looked up, only to see a person dressed in a very proper suit. Despite not being as flashy as Audrey Wood, this person exuded a different aura.
The young man scrutinized the person's face closely; he hadn't seen this person...Could he have mistaken him for soone else?
He bypassed him and continued walking forward, but surprisingly, the person obstructed his way again.
"Mr. Christopher Cooper?" the person asked.
The young man's eyes flashed with surprise because that was his na.
How does this person know his na? Damn it... Could the reporters have rushed here so quickly? Did Audrey Wood rat him out?
Christopher Cooper glanced around to see if anyone else noticed him, then quickly turned and walked away.
But the person behind him was faster, quickly blocked his path with a couple of steps, grabbed his wrist, pulled him back, and pressed him against the wall.
"Let go of , let go of !" Christopher Cooper shouted.
He realized that under the other's grasp, he couldn't move at all.
Who was this person anyway?
"If you're not afraid of drawing people here, go ahead and shout. Nowadays, there are not many people who don't recognize your face," the person mocked.
Blackmailing him?
Christopher Cooper laughed, "Tell , how much do you want? But brother, I haven't made my debut yet, and whether I can find a job in the future is uncertain, so don't expect more money."
"I don't want your money." Gustavo Yates released his arm, "I want to make a deal with you."
"What kind of deal?" Christopher Cooper looked at him suspiciously.
Gustavo Yates glanced casually at the hotel behind them and then looked at Christopher Cooper. "Evidence of your rendezvous with the woman inside, the more detailed, the better."
Christopher Cooper frowned, just about to say sothing, but Gustavo Yates interrupted him, "What I want to investigate, I can easily find out. I advise you to take advantage of this opportunity to make so money. Once you lose this chance, I have other ways to find out things, but at that ti you..."
Gustavo Yates drew out his words, looking at him with an ambiguous gaze, "Making soone insignificant disappear is very easy for my boss, but I urge you not to try it—the outco isn't sothing you can bear."
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