Chapter 80 Against All Odds Counterattack
The private room was packed with thirty guys, and the only ones Elizabeth recognized were Owen and Samuel.
The rest of the dudes had wild hair, wore heavy metal gear, or just lounged around with cigarettes hanging from their lips.
They all gave Elizabeth these creepy, lustful looks.
Elizabeth didn't know any of these other guys.
Across from the thirty men, there were three women.
These women were dressed super provocatively, all in miniskirts.
Elizabeth glanced around, already feeling like this was way worse than that time on the cruise ship.
Without thinking twice, she turned to leave. But as soon as she took a step, one of the women called out, "Hey, you're in the right place. Come on in and sit down. Your outfit's way too conservative for this crowd."
Elizabeth blushed and shot back, "I'm not like you!"
"But Mr. Tudor said you're amazing in bed, that you can handle five guys at once, right? Mr. Tudor?" One of the women got up, walked over to Owen, and sat on his lap, asking.
Owen pulled the woman closer and said, "Let me think, I know of four, yeah, four guys!"
Then, Owen looked over at Samuel, who was sitting on the edge, and said, "Samuel, how about I give you this country bumpkin, Elizabeth, as a treat today? But only if you can beat the other four guys to her."
Samuel stayed quiet.
He and Owen were best buds and often hit up some sketchy places together, drinking and messing around.
But what Owen was doing today really grossed Samuel out; he almost wanted to bail.
The women in front of him, who looked like hookers, were far more alluring than Elizabeth.
Samuel instinctively glanced at Elizabeth.
Elizabeth's face had gone pale, so pale it scared Samuel. He felt both fear and sympathy. Samuel nudged Owen and whispered, "Owen, you've gone too far! She's just a girl, she didn't do anything to you."
Owen casually smirked and said, "Her? A girl? She's probably a mom by now!"
Samuel stayed silent, looking at Elizabeth with a puzzled expression.
Elizabeth's face got even paler, but her tone was calm as she asked, "Mr. Tudor, what do you mean?"
Owen raised an eyebrow and smirked, saying, "Go sit with those twenty guys. I've got a big money-making opportunity for you."
Elizabeth didn't move and only asked, "What kind of opportunity?"
Owen pointed to the dozens of men and said, "They're all yours. Let's see if you can make a million bucks today."
Samuel suddenly shouted, "Owen, that's too much! What do you take Elizabeth for?"
Owen chuckled and whispered something in Samuel's ear.
Samuel looked at Elizabeth in disbelief.
Owen then grinned at Elizabeth and said, "I hope you become a millionaire today."
At that moment, Owen's expression turned to one of extreme disgust. He had always genuinely looked down on the shabby Elizabeth. Not just Elizabeth, but Esme too.
Despite his disdain for Elizabeth, Owen still wanted to mess with her. But what he didn't expect was that the supposedly pure and innocent Elizabeth was pregnant!
She was pregnant!
The backward, impoverished Elizabeth was pregnant, yet she pretended to be a pure goddess in front of him!
How could Owen swallow this?
He had always been the one to toy with others. Was he going to be toyed with by this rustic country woman, Elizabeth?
No way!
Today, Owen was going to show Elizabeth his cruelty, which was no less than Alexander's!
Owen looked at Elizabeth with a sinister and cold smile.
Elizabeth's voice trembled as she said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Tudor, I won't do this business. I'm sorry, it was my mistake to confess to you. I won't bother you again. Goodbye!"
With that, Elizabeth turned to leave.
After just two steps, she reached the door, but found she couldn't open it.
Elizabeth turned back in horror to look at the mocking, grim faces in the room.
Owen was still smiling and said, "You're not getting out of this! Stop struggling."
"Is that so?" Elizabeth suddenly looked at Owen with calmness, then quickly ran towards him.
"Changed your mind so quickly?" Owen smirked.
Elizabeth took two steps to reach Owen, and suddenly, she had a syringe in her hand.
The syringe was filled with dark red blood.
She pressed the syringe against Owen's neck, sneering viciously, "This game is much more fun!"
Startled, Owen exclaimed, "What's in there?"
She smirked and said, "Take a guess."
"Don't... don't do anything crazy!" Owen slumped on the sofa.
Everyone around him quickly moved far away, and the women screamed in fear.
"Do you have any antiretroviral drugs?" Elizabeth asked with a cold smile.
Owen remained silent.
"No?" Elizabeth laughed and said, "That's perfect."
Owen quickly said, "No, Elizabeth, please, calm down. I'll give you anything you want, just don't hurt me."
Elizabeth suddenly started to cry. She choked out, "Owen, I always knew you wouldn't fall in love with me. You just treated me like a toy, but I was still honest with you. Do you know why?"
"Because ever since I was twelve and stayed with the Guise family, I never felt warmth again. No one cared about me. Later, I went to prison, and Esme cared for me. But Esme is dead too. You were the only person in this world who truly cared for me, helped me, and gave me warmth. I wanted to try to love you, to be unconditionally kind to you. But I didn't expect you to treat me like this. But it's okay, I don't owe you anything anymore. Go, tell someone to open the door! Let me go!"
Owen stammered, "You... you don't want to make money?"
Elizabeth raised the syringe, ready to stab!
"No, I'll let you go." Owen immediately screamed, then told the terrified Samuel, "Samuel, turn the door handle to the left three times, then to the right seven times, and the door will open."
Samuel scrambled to open the door, and Elizabeth, holding the syringe, left the room in tears.
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