Hazel was in a panic and blurted, "So what? We did what we did. You should just think of it as ... a mistake. Besides, we are adults. Isn't one night stand very common among adults? You're a man but you actually care about your chastity? It's not like you have any losses!"
Then, the air went still.-
Frank, who was following Regan before getting into the front passenger seat, felt his heart beat wildly.
How could she say such things so casually?
This woman had not a single clue who she had offended!
Regan was not the kind of person who could be touched easily by anyone!
Even those who didn't know Regan personally were well aware of the fact that he was not only a clean freak but also a domineering man!
Regan had always been very particular about cleanliness. Even when women who wanted to throw themselves in his arms touched his hand, he would feel extremely disgusted.
However, this time, this woman had not only touched him, but had slept with him.
Now, there was no way Regan would let her off!
Frank even believed that Regan came to catch this woman in person because he wanted to take his revenge.
At this moment, Regan looked at the woman underneath him, resisting the urge to strangle her.
Regan lowered his head and his lips were now inches from Hazel's face. He said word by word, "Very well. It's good that you admit you are the woman I slept with that night."
Hazel was dumbfounded. Now, there was no way she could deny it.
However, when she looked at the man's cold and horrible eyes, she wondered, "Is my guess right?"
"That this man cares about me..."
At that moment, the car pulled over in front of a luxurious mansion
"Tell me! Who sent you to seduce me?"
Hazel blushed and quickly denied, "What are you talking about? I didn't seduce you ... and no one sent me to seduce you. I... I'm also a victim!"
A victim? You are really stubborn, aren't you? Forget it, I have all day to play with you!" The man said in a domineering and cold manner.
Hazel was then taken to the door of a magnificent looking building.
Her gaze then fell on two rows of men dressed in black formal suits, standing tall by the door and respectfully in front of her. They looked extraordinary, and Hazel's heart sank even further.
Where on earth were these people from?
Who the hell were they?
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