Chapter 552 Long-Lost Sister (2)
Jessica was filled with regret, cursing herself for being so foolish as to fall for Pearl's trap once again.
"Get away from me! Do you even know who I am?" She glared at Doyle, gritting her teeth. "I'm James's wife. You know who James is, right? If you lay a finger on me, he'll make you regret it!"
Doyle chuckled dismissively. "You think I'm scared? So what if you're James's wife? Go ahead and scream. Let's see who comes to save you."
With that, he lunged at Jessica like a starving wolf, eager to devour his prey.
"Get off me! Get off!"
Jessica used all her strength to kick and hit him, but it was no use. How could she possibly overpower a man?
Fortunately, it was winter, and James always worried about her being cold, so he made sure she wore plenty of clothes. Doyle was frustrated, struggling to remove her layers.
Jessica's mind raced. She couldn't let Doyle violate her. She'd rather die than let that happen.
To buy herself some time, she stopped resisting and tried to negotiate. "Let me go. Whatever Pearl is paying you, I'll give you ten times that amount."
Doyle paused, then burst into laughter. "Do you think I'm a kid? If I let you go, your husband James will come after me for revenge. Do you think you'd still pay me? Just relax and enjoy it. I promise you'll have the time of your life."
Jessica was stunned. This man didn't care about anything, not even money. She felt a wave of despair but knew that resisting would only make things worse.
Sure enough, Doyle thought she had given up. His bony hand caressed her smooth cheek. "That's better. Just enjoy yourself. Leave everything else to me." Jessica bit her lip, feeling disgusted as her clothes were nearly stripped off. She was freezing and repulsed by this pervert.
Then she noticed a bottle of wine on the bedside table.
Her eyes lit up, and she suddenly cried out, "Stop! You're pressing on my stomach. It hurts so much."
Doyle jumped back, startled. He didn't want to cause a miscarriage before he could enjoy himself.
Jessica clutched her stomach, sobbing. "Please, don't hurt my baby. Save my baby. It hurts so much."
Doyle couldn't tell if she was faking it. He slapped her hard across the face. "You bitch, don't play games with me! I bet you're just pretending!"
Jessica continued to act in pain. "You don't want to cause a death, do you? Ask the person who sent you. Do they want a death on their hands?"
Doyle panicked and reached for his phone to call Pearl for instructions.
As he turned away, Jessica grabbed the wine bottle and smashed it over Doyle's head.
Blood poured from his head as he collapsed.
Jessica quickly grabbed her coat, wrapped it around herself, and stumbled out of the room.
Just outside, she bumped into a passing waiter.
Seeing her distressed state, the waiter glanced into the room and screamed, "Oh my God, there's been a murder! There's been a murder!"
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