“Darling, be my woman, and I guarantee Kseniya won’t bother you anymore.”
Sordoff kicked off his slippers and climbed onto the bed.
Gazing at Trusova’s fair skin and exquisitely sculpted features, Sordoff became obsessed, inching closer to Trusova.
This woman was too beautiful, far surpassing his ten maids combined.
The moment Sordoff saw Trusova, his mind changed.
As long as Trusova agreed to be his woman, Sordoff could protect her for a lifetime.
He would even forsake his ten maids just to dote on her alone!
He was willing to marry her.
“Get lost!”
“Bang!”
Trusova, terrified, kicked out fiercely, striking Sordoff right in the face.
His nose heated up as blood gushed out.
Sordoff was severely stunned.
Touching the blood on his nose, a vicious look appeared in his eyes.
“You dare hit me, you bitch?” Sordoff raged, not expecting Trusova to be so disrespectful.
Every woman he desired had always obediently lain in bed to serve him.
And this woman kicked as her first response?
No wonder Kseniya’s brother was knocked out with a brick by her, and then struck over and over until his brains spilled out.
She was indeed a fierce woman.
“Slap!”
Sordoff slapped Trusova across the face, sending her sprawling on the bed.
“I give you a chance to live, and you reject it? Believe it or not, I could kill you right now?” Sordoff said menacingly.
His words were not a threat; he was genuinely murderous.
“I’d rather die than let you touch me! Help! Help!” Trusova screamed.
Although she possessed the bold character of the North Cianica Area, she was not promiscuous.
Only the one she loved could touch her body!
“Help? Keep screaming.”
“The room is soundproof, you could scream your lungs out and no one would come!”
Sordoff viciously pounced, pinning Trusova by the shoulders and brutally tearing open her blouse.
After throwing her shirt to the floor, he pressed down on her stomach and yanked her jeans down.
The bed was covered in white, the lace bra barely containing her ample bosom.
Her long, white legs made his blood surge.
Unable to help himself, Sordoff licked his lips and leaned in to kiss Trusova’s mouth.
“Get off!” Trusova cried out in tears, desperately turning her head aside.
Sordoff’s mouth met nothing but air, and before he could adjust, Trusova bit down on his ear.
“Ah…” Sordoff screamed in pain, touching his ear only to find that Trusova had bitten off half of it.
Boom!
Enraged, Sordoff’s body shook with fury.
Holding the torn piece of his ear, flames seemed to shoot from his eyes.
At five in the morning, he still had to report to Mr. Rainier.
How could he report in this condition?
The door was flung open, and his subordinates, along with Kseniya, felt a chill shoot up from their feet to their heads.
The ear of the oligarch Achela, bitten off by Trusova!
The pristine bedsheet was stained a deep red.
Especially Kseniya, who could no longer control her trembling.
Trusova was her responsibility, and she had never expected such an incident.
She had bitten the esteemed Mr. Sordoff!
He not only had to report to Ladugin later but also had a business event the next day.
How could he attend in this condition?
“Close the door, hit me!”
Sordoff, covering his ear with a towel and paralyzed with pain on the sofa, glared at Trusova, having lost all reason.
The bodyguards rushed forward, grabbing Trusova and punching her in the stomach, sending her flying onto the floor.
Trusova felt a sharp pain in her organs. Just as she struggled to rise, a burly man picked her up like a chicken. Kseniya stepped forward and began furiously slapping Trusova’s face.
Before long, Trusova’s entire face was disfigured, her nose and mouth bleeding profusely, her eyes swollen and bruised like ping pong balls.
No matter how she pleaded, the slaps continued to mercilessly strike her face.
Thodell Mansion.
Rose stopped the car and rang the doorbell.
No response!
“What is he up to?” Rose looked anxious.
Seeing a light on in a third-floor room, she gritted her teeth and climbed through the window.
She groped her way up to the third floor.
Flynn was sound asleep in the bathtub, his ears suddenly twitched, and with a splash, he leaped out of the water.
He reached for a towel to wrap around himself.
Just then, the bathroom door swung open.
In a flash.
Rose and Flynn locked eyes.
The droplets of water cascaded over Flynn’s muscular chest, trickling down his abs, and further…
Rose’s mind exploded, her face instantly flushed, her eyes filled with utter shock.
In her more than twenty years of life, this was the first time she had encountered such a candid man.
Not a stitch of clothing on him.
And that part was just too…
“Get dressed quickly, something… something’s happened!” Rose fled the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
Flynn stood frozen, his hand holding the towel suspended in mid-air.
He had never expected Rose to come over in the middle of the night.
Without much thought, he quickly washed up, dressed, and came out.
Rose stood at the door, her eyes darting around, and briefed him about Trusova’s situation.
They immediately headed down the mountain.
Each drove directly to the Cherry Blossom Inn.
“And he calls himself a Martial Arts Great Grandmaster, can’t even hear the doorbell!” Rose’s face was still flushed, her eyes filled with unresolvable shock.
It wasn’t her fault, really; Flynn’s physique was too spectacular, almost superhuman.
This partly excused her intrusion-it wasn’t intentional, the situation was too urgent, and she hadn’t thought it through.
“If you could hear the doorbell, I wouldn’t have taken advantage,” she thought.
“It’s just that the villa is too large,” Flynn seemed to sense Rose’s thoughts and muttered to himself.
He was bathing on the third floor with the bathroom door closed, and the soundproofing was excellent, making it hard to hear the doorbell on the first floor.
A palatial villa like that, even Flynn’s strength couldn’t help him hear Rose climbing in through the window.
So what if she saw him? Was she supposed to take responsibility for that?
What annoyed him most was being disturbed from a pleasant dream.
Flynn’s face was icy, a murderous intent brewing in his eyes.
Kseniya was causing trouble everywhere; it seemed today was the day to send her off!
“Bitch, do you know who Mr. Sordoff is? The owner of Norris Pharmaceuticals, a billionaire oligarch of Achela!”
“He favored you, and you dare bite him? Today I must smash your dog mouth!”
Kseniya’s hysterical curses continued as her hand kept hitting Trusova’s face.
“Kill me, please kill me, it hurts too much, I can’t take it anymore, stop tormenting me.”
Trusova was tortured to the brink of death, her head throbbing as if being gouged, her abdomen had just been kicked dozens of times, her shoulder blades crushed by the Grandmaster bodyguard.
Her right leg was broken, the nails on her left foot were all pulled out, blood everywhere.
At that moment, she only wished to die, to be freed sooner.
She kept praying, begging Kseniya to kill her.
“Die? It won’t be that easy.”
“Pull out all her teeth! Let’s see how she bites me then!” Sordoff, his ears covered with a towel, was in such severe pain that he went mad.
Hearing this, one of his men forced Trusova’s mouth open and raised his fist like a hammer to smash it down!