Chapter 84 Renting a Hotel Room in Broad Daylight
"Scoundrel!" Lillian cried out, her hands instinctively shielding her chest. His harsh words had sparked a fire in her eyes, causing them to redden and her neck to stiffen."This is a legitimate profession!" she retorted, her voice laced with anger. "Your prejudice is the problem here. Perhaps you should consult an ophthalmologist about your vision, then a neurologist to check if your brain is filled with trash!"Lillian was seething. She was just doing her job, so how had it been misconstrued as exhibitionism?Did he honestly believe she wanted to be a mermaid?The stinging in her eyes was unbearable, and the constant submersion underwater was exhausting. She had done it over a hundred times in just thirty minutes.Would she have to work this hard if he hadn't insisted on her being a dance instructor?Jackson's chest heaved slightly, his eyes bloodshot. Lillian felt a wave of fear wash over her. She had the unsettling feeling that he might lose control and strangle her at any moment. She instinctively recoiled, shrinking back.Just then, the car window was rapped on twice.It was Terry. Jackson straightened up, and Lillian quickly wrapped herself in a blanket, huddling in the corner of the car. Jackson composed himself and rolled down the window, his profile cold and unyielding.Terry leaned in, careful not to peek inside, and reported, "Mr. Jackson, everything has been handled."All the photos and videos on the guests' phones had been erased.Terry couldn't help but think that Mr. Jackson was overly possessive.
Ms. Lillian's photos were quite beautiful. Although her attire was somewhat revealing, it was artistic in that particular setting, not at all obscene.But Terry dared not voice these thoughts."Drive!" Jackson commanded, his expression relaxing slightly upon hearing that everything was in order.As the car pulled away, the bodyguards stationed at the restaurant finally dispersed.Inside the restaurant, Sean watched the departing car with a sour expression."Do you see that? You think she's some pure, noble goddess. But with enough money, she'd even have sex in a car on the street. I can't stoop to such levels. Pretending to be noble is just a ploy to fetch a higher price."Sean's face darkened. He turned back and asked, "Really?"Elowen sneered, leaning in closer to him. "I heard something different. If you verify it yourself, you'll know."As the car sped away, Lillian remained huddled in the corner, her head buried, not wanting to engage with Jackson.Before long, the car came to a halt. Jackson stepped out, opened the door, and lifted Lillian out. Her bare upper body contrasted with the large, wet tail fin below, which got stuck in the car door. Jackson yanked it free, the wet fin slapping against his leg and soaking his suit pants.His face was stern, but Lillian just sneered.She turned her head and saw a hotel."Why did you bring me here?" Lillian asked.Jackson looked down at her and smirked. "To fillet the fish. The head chef at this hotel is renowned for his fish filleting skills."Lillian fell silent.Jackson carried her into the elevator and they quickly ascended to the top-floor presidential suite.He tossed Lillian onto the large bed, the blanket scattering around her.She tried to cover herself with the blanket, but her bound legs hindered her movements. Before she could hide under the blanket, Jackson leaned over and seized her arms.At some point, Jackson had removed his tie and used it to bind Lillian's wrists.He released her, leaving Lillian's hands and feet bound, her body limp on the bed.She felt a mix of embarrassment and humiliation, her gaze locked on Jackson.She noticed that Jackson's black suit was also disheveled, wet, and wrinkled. It didn't make him look unkempt, but rather dangerous.Jackson knelt on the bed, his cold eyes fixed on her. He calmly removed his watch, tossed it aside, and began unbuttoning his shirt and cufflinks.Lillian had never seen him like this before, radiating aggression from every pore.Her face turned pale and said, "What are you doing? Don't mess around!"Jackson unbuttoned three buttons on his shirt, growing impatient, he yanked the rest open. The buttons popped off, revealing his chiseled chest and perfectly sculpted abs."Sleeping with you," Jackson sneered, his thin lips curling into a smirk. His heated gaze roved over Lillian's tail fin."How do mermaids mate?"His tone was serious, dark, and devoid of humor.Lillian swallowed nervously and said, "I'm not a child anymore, and I won't be fooled by you."Before Lillian could finish her sentence, Jackson walked to the low table and picked up a fruit knife, smiling sinisterly as he approached her.
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