Chapter 92 Who Doesn't Know How to Talk Tough
He bit Margaret, and tears started streaming down her face.
Raymond, still not satisfied, took another chomp, and blood instantly welled up on her lips.
These past few days, Margaret had been driving him nuts.
She was the one who first said she liked him, confessed to him, clung to him, wanted to marry him and be with him forever.
Now she was making a fuss, insisting on a divorce. As Marlon's daughter, what right did she have to ask for a divorce?
He had done so much behind the scenes, Marlon deserved to die. But he still couldn't be ruthless and gave Marlon a million bucks for medical expenses.
She went to Ironwood Lane to dig up the truth about his parents' death, followed by Ashley. He softened and sent Alvin to tail her.
Otherwise, would she still be alive to argue with him now?
Margaret really didn't know how to appreciate his feelings and just toyed with them. But even after seeing her true colors, he still felt something for her.
Raymond's heart was in turmoil, and a mix of anger and desire was spreading through his body.
Underneath him, Margaret struggled desperately.
She kicked him.
His face grew darker, and he grabbed her chin with one hand, forcing her to kiss him.
Margaret was stubborn, refusing to open her mouth.
He increased the pressure on her chin, nearly dislocating it.
The pain made her gasp.
Raymond took advantage of the moment, kissing Margaret madly, wanting to crush her deeply and fiercely in his arms, to become one with her.
Margaret was like poison; one kiss and he couldn't control himself.
He wanted to possess her.
Just as Raymond was slowly spiraling, his tongue suddenly hurt.
He opened his eyes abruptly, tasting blood in his mouth; she had bitten him.
"Sleeping with me costs extra," Margaret, in his arms, spoke calmly and indifferently.
He laughed angrily. "Margaret, if you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."
"Then you should go find a mute," Margaret didn't even look at him, speaking coldly.
Raymond's passion was instantly extinguished.
But he was unwilling that Margaret, who once had eyes only for him, had now become so materialistic, talking only about money.
He buried his face in her neck, lightly biting her collarbone.
"A million dollars!"
"Will you die if you don't speak?"
Margaret chuckled; he was right, she was indeed dying.
Just as Raymond was about to kiss her, she spoke again at an inopportune moment, "Pay first, then make love. You like to go back on your word; I don't dare trust you anymore."
Margaret had made up her mind; after her death, Marlon would need a lot of money to live.
Before Marlon woke up, he would also need a large sum for medical expenses.
Since she was already like this, she might as well get as much money from Raymond as she could.
She needed to leave enough money for her parents to be at peace when she left this world.
Raymond suddenly let go of her, mocking her. "Do you think you're worth your weight in gold? A million dollars for one time? Do you think I'm a fool? Is this the price you quoted Rex too?"
"People are different, so the prices are naturally different. You're so rich, a million dollars is nothing to you. If you don't want to, then forget it. Go find someone who doesn't charge."
Margaret shot Raymond a cold smile, eyeing his tall, strong frame.
Raymond grabbed his phone, fingers flying over the screen.
Margaret's phone buzzed.
She picked it up and saw a million bucks had just hit her account.
"Margaret, you're really something, always talking about money," he sneered.
Before she could react, her phone hit the floor. Raymond entered her forcefully. Margaret bit her lip, refusing to cry out. This was just a transaction; no need for pretense.
Raymond's drug was potent, and he went on and on. Before, he had been gentle, afraid of hurting her.
But now, everything had changed.
All night, Margaret felt like she was dying, her liver pierced by needles. The pain made her curl up, her face blurred with tears.
But Raymond kept going.
Her fingers gripped his arm, nails digging into his flesh. "Raymond, can you stop? I hurt so much."
It had been a whole night.
She didn't know if it was from exhaustion or the spread of cancer cells causing the pain.
Raymond glanced coldly at the tear stains on her face, speeding up even more. "What? Is a million bucks so easy to earn?"
Margaret thought, 'A million bucks is not easy to earn.'
Margaret's face turned pale from the pain, and to alleviate the pain in her liver, she gripped his arm even harder, breaking the skin. "Then please hurry. I have things to do."
Raymond's face was as cold as ice. She was rushing him to leave.
The drug's effect had long worn off, but after making love to her once, he wanted more. Over and over, he was never satisfied.
Maybe a year was too long. This time, he had an excuse to sleep with her; next time, he wouldn't.
Seeing her indifferent face, his interest vanished. He withdrew, turned over, sat up, and went to the bathroom. The water sounded like thunder, hitting the floor.
Margaret struggled to get out of bed, only to find her handbag missing. The painkillers were in it. Curled up in pain, she broke down and cried, her sobs muffled by the sound of running water.After a dozen minutes, Raymond, wrapped in a bathrobe and wearing gray slippers, went out of the bathroom. Then he made a brief call to Alvin, giving a few short instructions.
As he walked into the suite, he saw Margaret curled up on the carpet, her body twitching and sobbing like a wounded kitten.
Raymond walked over in his slippers, looking down at her. "I just slept with you a few times, and you're feeling wronged? Didn't I give you money?"
Margaret looked up.
Her curly hair was wet with tears, messily sticking to her cheeks, her eyes wet and misty, pitiful to the extreme.
Her liver hurt unbearably, and Margaret frowned, reaching out to tug at Raymond's bathrobe, pleading, "Raymond, take me to the hospital, take me to the hospital."
"Can't you go yourself?" Raymond looked at her coldly.
Margaret cried. "It hurts, it really hurts. Raymond, I'm going to die from the pain."
The pain of late-stage liver cancer was unimaginable to ordinary people; it could really kill someone.
It was her own carelessness that caused her to lose her handbag; otherwise, she wouldn't be so pathetic in front of him.
"Take me to the hospital, Raymond. Help me."
Margaret broke down and cried, the pain driving her mad.
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