Chapter 12
The private room reeked of alcohol, and many of Giselle’s classmates were already tipsy and dazed.
Romeo was in an exceptionally good mood and had drunk a few more glasses than usual.
Giselle glanced around the room and walked over to Nelly.
sed softly.
“Nelly, don’t you want to give me your blessings?” she asked softly.
“Blessings? What is there for me to give my blessings to?” Nelly asked softly. She reached for her glass of juice on the table, only to find it empty.
“Here.” Giselle handed her another glass, her tone calm.
Nelly hesitated as she looked at the juice in Giselle’s hand.
“Are you and I’d harm you? I’ve already gotten everything I wanted. What could you possibly have left for me to covet?” Giselle’s voice remained
Nelly studied Giselle’s face for a moment before finally taking the glass. She sipped lightly from the glass and then put it down.
As Giselle watched Nelly drink the juice, a fleeting trace of triumph and malice crossed her face.
Before long. Nelly felt dizzy, and her body became feverish, Realizing something was wrong, she turned to look at Giselle. She saw the vicious expression on Giselle’s face, and her heart sank.
“Giselle, what are you trying to do?” Nelly struggled to stand up.
“Take her to Room 502. Mr. Winchester won’t wait too long,” Giselle said, her voice ley.
Understood,” the bodyguard outside the door replied respectfully.
“Giselle, why are you doing this? I hate you! I hate all of you!” Nelly’s voice was weak and filled with despair,
Giselle watched as the bodyguard carried Nelly away, the smile on her face growing more twisted.
“From now on, no one can compete with me for Loftin Group or Romeo,” she said, her voice brimming with satisfaction.
She glanced at her classmates, who were slumped over in drunken stupors. To avoid suspicion, she leaned into Romeo’s arms, pretending to rest. Before she know it, she had fallen asleep.
“Let go of me! Let me go!” Nelly cried and struggled desperately.
The door opened with a bang, and a man in a bathrobe appeared at the doorway. He was obese, with a lecherous grin and yellowed teeth in his mouth, which only made him even more repulsive.
The bodyguard tossed Nelly into the room before turning to leave.
Nelly stared in terror at the man before her. This was Abraham Winchester, the man her father had chosen as her husband.
“I’ll take good care of you tonight, sweetie,” Abhram said sleazily.
Nelly felt her body growing hotter, but she fought to stay alert.
“Don’t come any closer, or my dad won’t let you get away with this!” she threatened, gritting her teeth.
“Sweetie, don’t be naive. Your dad sold you to me,” he replied smugly.
She stared at him in shock, her eyes filled with despair. So, it was true. Her father had really treated her like a commodity.
Tears of pain and disappointment streamed down her cheeks, tugging at the heartstrings of anyone who might have seen her. But to Abraham, the sight only furled his twisted excitement.
When he reached out to touch Nelly’s arm, she suddenly regained some clarity and slapped him hard.
You little wench! Airatiam roared in anger. “How dare you lift me! If I don’t break you tonight, I won’t be a
He grabbed Nelly’s hair and flung her onto the bed.
“All” Nelly screamed.
Somehow, she found the strength to kick Abraham hard in the groin.
“Argh!” be growned, doubling over and clutching his crotch in pain.
a Winchester!”
Melly looked around and saw an empty wine bottle on the table. She smashed it and gripped the sharp edge tightly.
The burning sensation in her body was nearly driving her mad.
Abraham stood up in a rage. “You little wench!” be cursed.
“Don’t come any closer!” Nelly warned.
The two of them wrestled violently in the room,
1, and Nelly managed to slash his arm with the broken bottle. His sharp cry of pain sobered her up a little,
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but Abraham snatched the bottle away.
Then, he slapped her hard across the face three times.
“I will make sure I destroy you tonight!” he said with a sleazy grin.
“Let me go! Let me go!” Nelly screamed. She bent down and bit his hand, then kicked his groin again.
As Abraham collapsed to the floor, writhing in pain, Nelly immediately opened the door and bolted out. She stumbled as she ran, desperate to escape. Abraham clutched his groin, grimacing, and chased after her.
By now, it was late at night. Most people were still partying in their private rooms, and there weren’t many outside.
However, it was unusually quiet in Room 888.
“Matt, why aren’t you saying anything? Quentin asked.
Matthew lounged lazily on the couch. Beside him were two handsome men sipping red wine.
The man to Matthew’s right had fair skin and delicate features. His gentle yet dashing appearance exuded a complex charm, blending softness, elegance, and his unique ethereal quality.
To Matthew’s left was another man with a mischievous smile. His thick eyebrows carried a subtle ripple of tenderness, always slightly curved, like a crescent moon in the night sky. His fair skin accentuated his faintly rosy lips, and his handsome features and perfect face made him even more striking in his pure white outfit.
The man on the right was Damien, and the man on the left was Julian. They were Matthew’s closest friends and were highly influential figures in Megham, shrouded in mystery and feared by many.
“Damien, Julian, why don’t you say something too?” Quentin complained.
“Quiet down,” Matthew said coldly.
Quentin pursed his lips and drank his wine in silence.
“Got anything interesting to share?” Damien asked.
“Yeah, let’s hear it,” Julian chimed in with a smile.
“There is something! I guarantee you’ll be shocked when you hear it,” Quentin said mysteriously.
“Really?” Let’s hear it, then,” Damien said, intrigued.
“Listen to this.” Quentin started but immediately fell silent under Matthew’s menacing gaze. He turned away, gulping down his wine while glancing nervously around
