"Yeah! As long as you give me money, I'll sell anything!" She said with a flushed face and a trembling voice, "It’s my business, and none of your concern!"
His eyes were filled with burning rage.
"Clear the place!"
At his command, the bodyguards immediately kicked out everyone who was watching the drama in the restaurant.
Including Mr. Jordan, who was sitting on the ground.
The huge restaurant was suddenly left with just the two of them.
Violette pushed hard against his chest, "Elijah! You jerk!"
She used all her strength, but couldn't move him an inch.
"You wanna sell, huh? I'll help you!" His big hand reached out, tearing her shirt.
Her face turned pale with fear, and she immediately begged, "Don't touch me! Elijah! Please don't touch me!"
"Others can touch you, but I can't?! Am I not paying?" He completely lost his mind!
He took out his wallet, grabbed all the bills inside, and threw them on her panicked face.
Then, with a 'hiss' sound, h
er shirt was violently torn open by him, revealing the white bra inside.
Tears slid down from the corner of her eyes.
"Elijah! If you touch me again, I'll never see you again!" She choked, word by word, "I can't mess with you, but I can hide from you!"
Her words were like a bucket of cold water pouring down on him.
His bloodshot eyes stared at her aggrieved and angry face, and the impulse inside him was suppressed.
His sanity returned.
He swallowed, and his long fingers began to unbutton his shirt.
Violette crossed her arms, coldly watching him.
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