H—e was so handsome that one couldn't find a single flaw on his face. He slightly raised his eyes and looked at Alice with contempt, with an indescribable sense of disdain.
William.
He is William.
The moment he appeared, the screams of the female guests instantly disappeared. The only thing that remained in the silence was the sound of the flower spray splaClyneng water and a few shocked cries...
The man in front of her was so outstanding that it would make anyone ashamed of their appearance, yet Alice didn't have the mood to appreciate him.
Her face was pale as she looked at William in shock, as if she had been struck by lightning.
At this moment, if she still didn't react, then she would really be an idiot.
It's not a dream.
Everything was real.
A week ago, the man who had "occupied" her in that dizzying, luxurious room was real.
She had sensed something was wrong from that morning when she felt discomfort between her legs, but she would rather have deceived herself that it was only a dream.
"Bang!"
Alice sat paralyzed on the ground, her face was completely pale.
She had been raped.
Realizing this, Alice was indescribably shocked. How could this be real?
William stood there, his eyes looking down coldly at the changes in her expression, his mouth curled up slightly, showing his disgust and mockery. Then, he slowly raised his right hand, made a simple motion, and ordered, "I only want this woman to be here."
He commanded like an emperor.
"Yes, Mr. Cullen!"
The bodyguards lowered their heads, then grabbed the undressed women and dragged them out, moving so quickly that those women screamed again.
But in less than a minute, the huge women's bathroom quieted down.
Everyone else left.
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