Chapter 687 Teach Her a Lesson
The phone rang for a long time without answering.
Jackson's face was cold and stern as he hung up and dialed again.
The second call was answered.
"Hello?"
Margaret's voice carried a hint of arrogance.
Jackson let out a cold laugh.
He understood women too well. Margaret thought he was calling to appease her!
Suppressing his anger, Jackson said, "Baby, come to Blissful Oasis Lounge for lunch. My treat."
Margaret responded, "Weren't you ignoring me?"
"I'm a man, and men have tempers. Alright, stop being petty. See you at our usual spot for lunch."
Jackson hung up immediately after speaking, his face turning cold.
He had really given Margaret too much!
How dared she pull these little stunts behind his back!
If he didn't teach her a lesson, she wouldn't know the boundaries!
Jackson's phone kept buzzing with messages and calls.
He glanced at it. They were all from politicians who had appeared in the news with Betsy.
He quickly changed his expression and started explaining to each of them.
Soon, it was noon, and Margaret arrived as promised.
At that moment, Jackson was sitting on the couch, leisurely sipping his drink.
Margaret tidied her hair, tossed her bag onto the couch, and sat on the other side, pretending to be aloof, waiting for Jackson to coax her.
Jackson swirled his drink, thinking about how he had been scolded like a child by several politicians, and felt a surge of anger.
He took a large gulp of his drink, then got up and sat next to Margaret.
"Turn your head and look at me."
Margaret pouted and didn't turn her head, still acting haughty. "Why should I look at you? I don't want to talk to you at all."
Jackson let out a cold laugh, grabbed Margaret's chin, and forced her to turn her head.
"Did you have your cousin release today's entertainment news about Betsy Ward?"
Margaret's eyes flickered at the question. After a moment of silence, she admitted it.
She pulled Jackson's hand away. "Yes, I had my cousin investigate Betsy Ward. Mr. Gordon, you saw it yourself. Betsy Ward's private life is a mess. She has intimate contracts with so many men. Don't you think she's filthy?"
Jackson stared at Margaret's face and suddenly flashed a sinister grin.
"You think Betsy Ward is filthy? Margaret, who do you think you are? Aren't you overstepping your bounds?"
Margaret shifted her body and reached out to hold Jackson's hand.
"I didn't want to meddle in Betsy Ward's affairs, but she was seducing you. I couldn't just sit by and do nothing. Mr. Gordon, I wanted you to see Betsy Ward's true colors. She's a bitch who has a lot of lovers. You shouldn't have anything to do with her anymore!"
Jackson let out a cold laugh and flung Margaret's hand away.
"Margaret, you really think you're the Mrs. Gordon? Should I call you naive or just plain stupid?"
Margaret's face changed slightly. "Mr. Gordon, what do you mean?"
Jackson sneered. "Do you think I would actually marry you, Margaret? Do you really think that's possible?"
Margaret's eyes widened, and her voice grew louder.
"Mr. Gordon, you said you fell in love with me at first sight and that I was the only one for you!"
Jackson threw his head back and laughed. "Margaret, you took a few sweet words from a man seriously. Who do you think you are to be the only one for me?"
"Honestly, if it weren't for the fact that you were a virgin, I wouldn't have intimacy with you a second time. You were so stiff in bed, no fun at all. Sleeping with you once is a novelty, twice is patience, but a third time would be self-torture!"
Jackson hadn't finished speaking when a loud slap echoed through the room. Margaret, in her fury, had slapped him hard.
Jackson's face turned to the side, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.
"Margaret, you dare hit me!"
Margaret fumed. "Aaron, you bastard! If you never intended to marry me, why did you lie to me?"
Jackson pressed his tongue against his teeth, his eyes full of contempt.
"I lied to you? This was a mutual agreement. Margaret, you just wanted money. I bought you bags and cars as payment."
Jackson's words were harsh.
Margaret's chest heaved with anger, her eyes reddening.
"What do you take me for? You know very well that's not what I wanted!"
"What do you want, the title of Mrs. Gordon?"
Jackson Gordon looked her up and down, sneering, "With your average looks and ordinary family background. Do you think you deserve it?"
"Aaron!"
Margaret, enraged, raised her hand to slap him again.
This time, Jackson didn't give her the chance. He grabbed her wrist and slapped her back.
Jackson's slap was powerful, sending Margaret sprawling onto the couch, her left cheek swelling up instantly.
Margaret clutched her cheek, crying in anger. "Aaron, you hit me!"
Jackson let out a cold laugh. "Margaret, you almost ruined everything for me. A slap is getting off easy!"
Today, it wouldn't end with just a slap!
Jackson clapped his hands a few times, and soon, several burly men entered the room.
"Mr. Gordon."
Jackson nodded. "She's all yours. Make sure to take clear photos."
"Yes, sir."
One man pulled out his phone to find the best angle while others began undressing.
Panic flashed in Margaret's eyes.
"Mr. Gordon, why did you call them in here?"
Jackson's lips curled into an evil smile.
"Why? To teach you how to serve a man properly. Once you're trained, maybe you can be as useful to me as Betsy Ward!"
Margaret's face turned pale as she realized what was happening.
"No, I want to leave!"
She tried to escape the room, but the men wouldn't let her go.
Soon, Margaret was pinned to the couch, and the men began tearing at her clothes.
"Let go of me! Help! Mr. Gordon, you can't do this to me!"
Jackson touched his slapped cheek and spat on the floor.
"Margaret, I spent so much money on you, and you turned out to be a big problem. I need to get my money's worth!"
With that, he left the room, closing the door behind him, shutting out the scene and Margaret's desperate, pitiful cries for help.
Meanwhile, Nora returned home to find Kenneth preparing to have lunch with Sandy.
Emma was asking them about the news regarding Radiant Beauty Clinic.
It turned out that the incident at the clinic had made the headlines, and Emma was still shaken.
"Thank goodness, are you both alright?"
Seeing Nora return, Emma, though aware she wasn't hurt, still asked with concern.
"We're fine. Luckily, Sandy kept her cool and used her authority as the boss's wife to handle that lunatic." Nora walked to the dining table and sat down next to Emma with a cheerful smile.
Sandy chuckled. "Nora, don't give me too much credit. Capturing that man was a team effort."
If it weren't for their protection and Jane's timely intervention, who knows what might have happened?
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