“No wonder Tyrone was willing to release news about the ten billion worth of personal assets. You're quite beautiful.”
As he spoke, he walked toward Jennifer. Just as he was about to touch Jennifer's face, she abruptly snapped back to her senses.
“Who are you? What are you trying to do? Get away from me!”
Jennifer lifted her leg to kick Oscar, but due to the lingering effects of the drug, her hit did not kick Oscar away.
Instead, he grabbed her ankle and began chuckling. “I like the way you struggle. The more you struggle, the more excited I am.”
“You pervert! Let go of me! Donald won't let you off if you dare to lay a finger on me!”
“Donald Campbell?” The smile on Oscar's face grew wider. As he pointed at a camera in the room, he said, “I heard that you're still a virgin. Do you see that camera over there? I'll be using a few more angles to film the process of me bedding you. Then, I'll send the video to Donald. I wonder what expression he'll have on his face when he watches the video.”
Jennifer was gripped by despair. She never expected Oscar to be completely unafraid of Donald. Moreover, Jennifer did not know where she was; she could not even ask Donald to save her.
Am I going to be ruined by this man in front of me? I'm sorry, Donald. I'm so sorry.
As tears rolled down her cheeks, she placed her hand behind her back.
Right as Oscar leaned his face over, she took out a small knife from behind her and slashed Oscar's face.
Then, without hesitation, she brought it down toward her neck.
She would never let Oscar taint her even if it meant certain death—she would never let Donald be humiliated.
However, before the knife could touch the skin of her neck, Oscar grabbed it.
In the next second, Oscar slapped Jennifer, and the force of the slap rendered Jennifer unconscious.
“B*tch, know your limits!”
After throwing the knife to the side, Oscar walked over to the table to grab the medical kit, about to treat his facial injury.
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