Chapter 119: Chapter 119: I Won’t Spare You, Even If I Become a Ghost
’Slut!’
’Why does she get such a high-quality blind date?’
’Why does she get to just marry into a wealthy family, even on her second time around?’
The Aldrin Family may not compare to the Sterling Family, but they’re still incredibly rich.
’What has Holly Sinclair ever done to deserve such favor from fate?!’
’No!’
’She doesn’t deserve it!’
’She only deserves to be slept with by low-life scum.’
’I’m going to ruin her reputation!’
’I’ll make it impossible for her and Tristan to ever be together!’
...
After taking a call in the restroom, Holly Sinclair returned to her table.
Vivian Linton had already moved to dine on the other side of the restaurant.
"Miss Sinclair, after getting to know you a bit, I don’t think we’re a very suitable match..."
Mr. Aldrin said awkwardly, having deliberated for a long moment.
Holly Sinclair wasn’t surprised.
’I didn’t need to think to know that Vivian must have slandered me to him.’
’I don’t care.’
’In fact, this is exactly what I wanted.’
’A perfect excuse to end this blind date I never wanted to attend in the first place.’
"All right." Holly Sinclair nodded.
’It was clear this Mr. Aldrin had some class. After listening to Vivian slander me, he didn’t even show a hint of contempt.’
"In that case, I wish you the best in finding your ideal man soon, Miss Sinclair."
Mr. Aldrin raised his glass in a gentlemanly toast.
"And I wish you the best in finding a beautiful wife soon, Mr. Aldrin," Holly Sinclair replied with a smile, gracefully clinking her glass against his.
Then she drained the remaining half-glass of juice.
They exchanged a few more pleasantries before paying the bill and leaving.
Outside the restaurant, they went their separate ways.
Holly Sinclair headed toward the elevator.
As she walked, she suddenly began to feel unwell.
A sudden wave of heat shot through her body, and she even felt a wave of dizziness coming on.
She hurried into the elevator.
’If I can just get to my car and rest for a bit, I should be fine,’ she thought.
When the elevator reached the underground garage, she stumbled out, dazed, and bumped right into a man.
"I’m sorry..."
She apologized instinctively and looked up, only to see a familiar face brimming with malice.
’Danger!’
She tried to run, but the man wrapped his arm tightly around her waist.
He then forcibly dragged her back into the elevator.
...
Caleb Sutton was arriving at The Saffron Room for dinner with a client.
Just as he got out of his car, he saw Holly Sinclair and a man wrapped in an embrace as they entered the elevator.
The hotel was right upstairs.
’They’re so intimate, there’s definitely something illicit going on.’
Caleb Sutton immediately whipped out his phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to Tristan Sterling.
He even thoughtfully included his location.
’I heard Holly Sinclair demanded a huge alimony from Tristan. If Tristan comes over and catches her in the act, she’ll be the one at fault.’
’Then Tristan would have grounds to kick her out with nothing.’
’As his brother, this is a huge favor I’m doing for him!’
’When I save Tristan a fortune, it wouldn’t be too much to ask for one of his cars in return, would it?’
’He has so many, after all!’
’And several are limited editions.’
Caleb Sutton thought, absolutely gleeful.
...
「Hotel Room.」
"Ah—"
Holly Sinclair was thrown roughly onto the bed.
Her body bounced on the soft mattress, the motion intensifying her dizziness and making her feel even worse.
"Wh-what do you think you’re doing?!"
she roared at the man.
She fought to remain calm, but the panic in her eyes betrayed her terror.
Philip Payne’s greedy gaze roamed over Holly Sinclair’s stunningly beautiful face, a lecherous smile on his lips colored with undisguised lust.
’He had wanted to have her for a long time!’
’But he’d never gotten the chance.’
’Today, his wish was finally coming true.’
"What do you think I’m doing? I’m going to..." Philip Payne said crudely, rubbing his hands together as he advanced on her. "...fuck you!"
Holly Sinclair’s eyes widened in absolute fury.
She had never imagined Philip Payne would be so brazen as to make a move on her.
"Philip Payne, if you want to live, you’d better let me go right now!" she roared, her voice hoarse as she ground her teeth.
"Let you go? Heh heh..."
Philip Payne laughed, curling his lip in disdain at her threat.
His gaze, cold and serpentine, slithered over her curvaceous body. "I went to so much trouble to get my hands on you. How could I bear to let you go before I’ve played with you until you’re broken?"
’Got his hands on me...’
"What did you do to me?" Holly Sinclair asked, her face paling in shock.
A terrible premonition washed over her.
At the same time, she realized with horror that something was terribly wrong with her body.
Waves of heat surged through her, each one more intense than the last.
’What’s happening to me?’
’Did I ingest something I shouldn’t have?!’
Holly Sinclair racked her brain.
Then, something clicked—
"You put something in my juice?!"
she cried out.
’But wait, that can’t be right,’ she thought again.
’He wasn’t even in the restaurant...’
Holly Sinclair’s mind was thick with fog, her thoughts grinding to a halt. She could barely think straight anymore.
Philip Payne neither confirmed nor denied it.
He just grinned, his smile growing more lewd and sinister. "Holly Sinclair, be a good girl. Just obey me tonight, and I guarantee I can make you feel a pleasure you’ve never experienced before."
His gaze was like hands, stripping the clothes from her body piece by piece.
Holly Sinclair felt sick to her stomach, on the verge of vomiting.
Despair washed over her. In a situation like this, saving herself felt like an impossible luxury.
She clumsily pushed herself up and struggled to shrink back, her eyes fixed warily on Philip Payne’s triumphant expression.
’Her mind was a chaotic mess of panic.’
Philip Payne reached the edge of the bed and, unable to wait any longer, lunged for Holly Sinclair’s ankle.
"Get away! Don’t touch me!"
Holly Sinclair let out a piercing shriek and instinctively kicked out hard.
She managed to kick him right in the nose.
"Ngh..."
Two streams of warm liquid gushed from his nose, and Philip Payne let out a pained grunt.
He instinctively lifted a hand to his face.
It came away covered in blood.
Philip Payne flew into a rage.
SLAP!
He swung his hand and struck Holly Sinclair hard across the face.
The force of the blow sent Holly Sinclair sprawling back onto the bed, her cheek burning and her ears ringing.
"You bitch! I tried to be nice, but you just had to make it difficult, didn’t you?"
Philip Payne cursed, grabbing her ankle again and yanking her viciously toward him. "I’m doing you a favor by wanting to fuck you! Don’t be so fucking ungrateful!"
At this point, Holly Sinclair’s body was completely limp. She had no strength to struggle, let alone resist.
Fear was a suffocating net, closing in tightly around her.
"Philip Payne, if you dare touch me... I’ll come back to haunt you as a ghost!!" Holly Sinclair shrieked.
She had no other recourse; she could only try to scare him off with threats.
But the roar she summoned with all her might came out raspy and frail, weakened by the drug.
Not only did it lack any menace, it sounded strangely coquettish and alluring.
Philip Payne couldn’t take it anymore.
"You little bitch! You refused the easy way, so don’t blame me for taking the hard way!"
The moment the words were out, he pounced on Holly Sinclair like a hungry wolf on a lamb.
Utterly drained of strength, Holly Sinclair couldn’t get away.
"Ahhh—"
RIIIP!
Holly Sinclair screamed as her blouse was ripped open.
A wide expanse of her pale skin was exposed to the air.
The sight drove the already lust-crazed Philip Payne into a frenzy, his eyes turning bloodshot.
He couldn’t wait another second.
Smiling viciously, Philip Payne immediately lowered his head to kiss her.
Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes as Holly Sinclair squeezed them shut in despair.
BANG!
Just as Philip Payne’s mouth was about to touch Holly Sinclair’s pale skin, the hotel room door was kicked open.
