Megan bit her lip until it bled, knowing she had to endure or face a massive penalty fee she couldn’t possibly afford.
Yet, being degraded in such a manner made her whole body shake with rage.
Waston’s groping became more frantic, his eyes reddening, until he finally couldn’t hold back any longer and said, “I’m taking Megan back now. You go ahead.”
The other men, understanding the implication all too well, exchanged knowing looks.
Megan was pale as death, understanding all too well what would happen if she left with Waston.
She really didn’t want to go.
When he pulled her, she resisted desperately.
Despite her resistance, Waston’s face remained amiably smug, though a flicker of annoyance passed through his eyes.
He leaned close and whispered in her ear, “Do you think anyone else would save you in this situation? Be good, and you’ll live a life of luxury. Understand?”
His corpulent figure loomed over her, his breath hot against her ear.
Megan’s heart raced; she couldn’t bear the thought of her life being destroyed by this man.
As she glanced at Lucian, who seemed utterly indifferent, she swallowed her pride and pleaded for his help, “Lucian... please, save me...”
Waston’s actions froze as he looked towards Lucian.
Lucian finished his drink, then feigned surprise as he realized everyone was watching him.
He set down his glass and addressed Waston, “Since I’ve finished my drink, I suppose I’ll take my leave now. Let’s catch up another day, Mr. Waston.”
Catching the implication in his words, Waston brightened up with a smile, nodding enthusiastically. “Of course, of course, I’ll make sure to invite you to a drink next time.”
What little warmth Megan felt chilled instantly due to his dismissive attitude.
She was utterly hopeless.
Waston swept her up in his arms, his lecherous demeanor drawing snickers from the onlookers.
It wasn’t until they reached the bedroom that he set her down.
As Waston eagerly began to unbutton his shirt, ready to indulge in his ‘feast’, Megan suddenly grabbed a lamp from the table and smashed it over his head.
Caught off guard, he was struck squarely, blood immediately oozing from his face, contorting his features into a sinister grimace. “You little bitch, you got a death wish?” he snarled.
Megan couldn’t afford to care about the consequences anymore. She dashed towards the hotel exit.
It was pouring outside, and she was instantly drenched.