"How dare you talk back, huh?" Chloe swung her whip again.
"I really..."
Rhys soon realized this woman didn’t even let him explain. As soon as he tried to, her whip would land even harder.
His cries of pain echoed through the room, yet the eight bodyguards outside the door didn’t react at all.
"Is anyone there! Anyone!!"
Not a single soul came to his rescue!
"You fraud! You dare to deceive people! You dare to cheat a woman!"
"Scumbag!”
"You dare to say he's small down there!"
Rhys was in excruciating pain. He struggled towards the door, but as he opened it, his back was whipped again. Rhys screamed, expecting his bodyguards to rush in to protect him as soon as he opened the door. However, he found all his bodyguards lying on the ground, replaced by unfamiliar men in black suits.
"They..."
"They've all passed out!" the lead bodyguard said with a straight face.
"How could this happen?" Rhys looked at the unconscious men on the floor. Shouldn't they be groaning in pain? Did they lose consciousness just like that without winning?
"They were drugged." The lead bodyguard said again, waving a white handkerchief in his hand.
The other bodyguards also waved their handkerchiefs. Mrs. Harper had just given them sleeping drugs. Although they said they could win, Mrs. Harper thought it would be too much of a hassle! On behalf of all the Harper family's bodyguards, he thanked the considerate Mrs. Harper.
Rhys, who always maintained a gentleman's demeanor, suddenly screamed in pain again. Chloe whipped him again, then kicked his butt.
"Get out!"
"How dare..."
"How dare you impersonate a viscount from another country, shameless! Get lost!"
Chloe swung the whip again.
Rhys couldn't bear the pain, so he ran towards the elevator, clutching his head. The company's employees were shocked at the sight of this, unable to believe that Ms. Chloe dared to hit even a viscount from Y Country.
The bodyguards watched as Chloe chased Rhys with her whip like she was herding sheep, swallowing hard. She saved them the trouble but didn't mind the hassle herself. Impressive.
However, they vaguely heard what was being said in the meeting room, especially when the door was opened, Mrs. Harper's words "You dare to say he's small down there!" confirmed their suspicions.
It seemed... Mr. Harper really... wasn't small down there. At least Mrs. Harper was satisfied.
Downstairs, the journalists were still standing their ground, not leaving. A crowd stood at the entrance of Starlight International, waiting.
"What's happening with their discussion?"
"No matter what they discuss, it seems pointless, right? Who would be willing to give up two billion dollars? Unless Ms. Chloe herself takes on the two billion dollars debt to help Carolina pay back."
"Is that possible?! How could Ms. Chloe cover up these losses herself? If she knew that the two billion dollars debt would fall on her in the end, she wouldn't have set the fire in the first place, would she?"
"What else can she do? I can't imagine how she would reject Rhys' proposal!"
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