Chapter: 422
“You despicable, shameless bastard! I’ll throw you to jail if you touch me!” Dahlia seethed feebly.
“If you don’t mind others seeing the video, go ahead. I don’t mind. So what if I have to go in for a few years? At least I get to fuck you. Still, there’s no need for us to take things that far. You’ll just have to marry me after tonight. That way, you’ll be able to protect your reputation while having the honor of being fucked by me. Isn’t that a great deal?” Matt sniggered confidently.
“In your dreams, fucker! I’d rather die than marry a hypocritical asshole like you!” Dahlia tried to get up several times but flopped back to the bed pathetically each time. Soon, her face flushed from the exertion, and the drug was still doing its job.
“Huh?” Matt’s expression hardened.
“Are you still thinking of that loser right now? I don’t get it. How is he better than me? Why do you keep thinking of him?”
“He’s better than you in every way. You don’t even deserve to compete with him!” Dahlia fumed.
“He’s a fucking nobody. If someone hadn’t supported him, do you think he would have made it to where he is. today? That dickhead ruined my plans so many times. I swear I’m going to kill him one day!” Matt snarled.
“I’ll kill you if you touch a hair on his head!” Dahlla swore, her expression ferocious.
“You’re still protecting that asshole? I better teach you a lesson!” Matt tugged his belt off and began to lash out at Dahlia.
“You whore! I’ll kill you! You beller say that I’m the best and that I’m the man you want!”
Soon, Dahlia’s fair skin turned bloody as whip marks littered her body. Still, she kept silent, digging her teeth into her lip stubbornly.
“Fuck! You’re stubborn, eh? I’ll fuck you up tonight!” Infuriated, Matt yanked his clothes off and lunged toward her.
As he was tearing at Dahlia’s clothes, the room door flew open with an ear–splitting boom, and a formidable figure stormed in murderously.
Instantly, the freezing wind whistled in, and lightbulbs exploded.
Bang!
As the room door was kicked open, the lightbulbs in the room exploded simultaneously, shattering into pieces of glass, and an ominous chill blanketed the room.
“Who the fuck is it? Who’s ruining my fun?” Matt spun around, scowling. He was unable to identify the person due to the sudden darkness in the room.
“Matt Laney, you have a death wish!” An icy voice growled as the shadow approached.
The moonlight peeked through the window, and Matt saw the other person’s face. It was Dustin!
“It’s you!” Matt’s expression changed, and he hastily pulled out a handgun from the bedside drawer. He yelled.
“You imbecile! I haven’t paid you back for ruining my plans so many times, yet you approached me first!”
“Dustin? Hurry up and go. Don’t care about me — Dahlia cried out weakly. When she saw Dustin, she thought she’d finally be saved, but she never expected that Matt would have a gun, so she instantly panicked.
“Weren’t you talking so big, dipshit? Ha, you still have to admit defeat to our family. I guess you’re scared now, eh?” Matt raised his gun and sniggered.
“You better grovel if you don’t want to die, or I’ll send a bullet straight through your head!”
“Grovel? As if you’re worthy of that.” Dustin glared at the other man.