Chapter 91 Giving You a Chance, Strip
Raymond grabbed Margaret's chin like he was trying to crush it.
Margaret's eyes filled with tears, but she fought them back. No way was she gonna let him see her cry.
Raymond sneered, his smile dripping with disdain. "Weren't you all eager to strip? Well, here's your chance. Strip."
His smirk cut right through her, like a knife to the heart.
So, he wasn't done humiliating her earlier and wanted to keep going.
Margaret forced a smile, even though his grip made it look more like a grimace. Then she said on purpose, "Mr. Howard, I'm not dancing for you."
Raymond asked, "Then who are you dancing for?"
Margaret shot back, "Definitely not for you."
His grip tightened, and the tears she was holding back spilled over.
They splashed onto his wristwatch.
He squinted. "Do you want Rex to have a chat with you?"
Another threat, just like that.
Margaret was fuming.
Her fingers shook as she reached for the zipper of her pencil skirt and yanked it down.
The skirt dropped to her ankles.
Raymond's eyes zeroed in on her see-through bustier and lace-trimmed panties. Cheap, but still sexy.
Margaret tried to shake off his hand. "Can you let go now?"
Raymond mocked, "Who are you trying to seduce by dressing like this? Didn't I tell you not to wear makeup or dress like this? Don't you listen?
"You're the lady of the Hughes family. You don't feel embarrassed, but I do."
"Are you that desperate? You'll do anything for money? At least pick someone better. Are you throwing yourself at Rex? Do you even know his tastes?"
The veins on Raymond's hand bulged as he gripped her chin, giving her a sinister smile. "Oh, I forgot, Mr. Taylor retired. Otherwise, you must be dressing like this for him, right?"
He sneered, "I thought he liked you so much, investigating me and warning Sarah for your sake. But he ditched you overnight and retired. Maybe he saw through your lowly nature and left without even saying goodbye?"
Raymond's words were like daggers, stabbing at Margaret's heart.
Her heart shattered. This was what her husband said to his seriously ill wife.
Margaret's nose tingled, her eyes dried up, and tears streamed down uncontrollably.
Raymond sneered, "You think I'll feel sorry for you if you cry? Margaret, stop acting in front of me."
Margaret looked up, her eyes red, smiling through her tears with a unique charm. "Mr. Howard, I should go now."
Raymond laughed. "Go? Have you completed your service?"
Margaret said, "I stripped."
Raymond glanced at the remaining clothes on her. "Are you done stripping?"
Margaret gritted her teeth, her teeth chattering, and growled, "Raymond! Do you have to crush my last bit of dignity to feel happy?"
"Fine, let Mr. Ingram talk to you." Raymond gripped her chin with one hand and pulled out his phone with the other, looking down and typing as if sending a message.
Margaret closed her eyes, tears falling uncontrollably.
She knew him well; he would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.
Getting the final payment was the most important thing.
Margaret wiped away her tears haphazardly, her arm reaching behind her back.
Raymond looked up, a hint of surprise in his eyes.
She stripped off the rest of her clothes.
Margaret stood there, completely exposed.
He hadn't seen her like this in a year.
She'd lost weight, but her figure was still smoking hot.
Raymond felt his mouth go dry and his head spin.
He shook his head, let go of Margaret, and leaned against the door frame.
He knew the drug was kicking in.
He just hadn't expected the woman Rex sent him would be Margaret.
The reason he drank that glass of red wine was because Margaret handed it to him.
Raymond held his forehead; he couldn't like her. She was Marlon's daughter, and he hated touching her.
Margaret didn't notice Raymond's weird behavior.
She bent down, her slender fingers picking up the clothes on the floor and quickly putting them on.
She just wanted to get out of there, to get out of Raymond's sight.
She had just pulled on her burgundy pencil skirt, not even zipping it up.
But the next moment, Raymond hoisted her onto his shoulder and walked towards the bedroom of the suite.
Margaret sensed something and started struggling. "Raymond, what are you doing? Let me go!"
The next second, she was thrown heavily onto the large bed in the suite.
The bed sheets and quilt were glaringly white.
She struggled to get up.
But Raymond pinned her down. He tore apart and threw her burgundy pencil skirt to the floor.
Margaret was shocked and kept pushing him away. "Raymond, what are you doing? Are you crazy?"
Raymond's face was flushed, his forehead covered in fine sweat, and his expression was ice-cold.
He tore off his tie and bound Margaret's hands. "Rex sent you to my bed. If I don't touch you, it would be rude to his hospitality."
Margaret shouted, "Are you crazy? Raymond, if you want to have sex, go find Sarah. Don't touch me.
"Raymond, look clearly, I'm Margaret, the one you hate the most. Wake up.
"I'm the daughter of your enemy Marlon. Think of your unjustly dead parents. Can you face them?"
Raymond's head, buried in her neck, suddenly lifted, his eyes filled with a mix of hatred and desire. "Shut up!"
"Don't you like Sarah? Go find her, okay? I'll help you call her," Margaret said, reaching for the phone Raymond had placed on the bedside table.
Raymond was furious, a surge of anger rising in his chest.
They weren't even divorced yet, and she was pushing him away.
She would rather sell drinks at The Velvet Lounge, dressed like this, than make love with him.
The old Margaret had been so eager to do this with him.
Raymond pressed his lips together, cold sweat continuously forming on his forehead.
It felt like a fire was burning inside him, and a voice in his head said, "Raymond, she's your enemy's daughter, but she's also your wife. You are still married, and it's normal for a couple to do this."
"Raymond, calm down. Have you been drugged? I'll go get you some medicine, just hold on." Margaret broke free from the tie, her legs weak as she tried to run off the bed.
Her feet had just touched the ground when Raymond dragged her back by the waist with his large hand.
She fell back onto the white quilt.
Margaret would rather buy medicine or call Sarah here than have sex with him.
The veins on Raymond's forehead bulged, his face turning ashen. He twisted her hands behind her back, roughly lifted her chin, and bit down on her lipstick-covered lips.
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