Chapter 388 The Great Revenge is Achieved, What a Relief
The white sheets and quilt looked like they had been stained with blood, glaringly crimson... No, that wasn't blood, it was red wine!
The smell of wine lingered after a night had passed, and the bedding was soaked with red wine, looking particularly horrifying, like a butcher's table.
And he was lying in the middle of the crimson.
Worse still, he found that the bed linens seemed to be wet and sticky.
Christian ruffled his hair forcefully, trying to recall what had happened before he passed out last night, but his last memory seemed to be coming back from Ashley's place, feeling feverish, almost hot enough to streak through the hotel.
Then... someone knocked on the door.
Did he open it? Who came in?
Damn it, he had no recollection at all, it was like he had amnesia.
He hadn't drunk much last night, and the alcohol content wasn't high, so how did he get drunk?
Dragging his tired limbs down, he noticed something was off with his body. Usually, he would be more excited when he first woke up, but today there was no reaction at all, it seemed to still be asleep.
Immediately, he noticed deep and shallow marks on his wrists and ankles, as if he had been tied up.
Certain scenes flashed through his mind, and Christian, who was well-versed in those games, easily thought of the "wild games" between adults.
He had always been the one in control, playing with others, but last night, he was the one being played with?
And without his knowledge?
This realization made Christian furious, his anger soaring.
Who knew what processes and details had been filtered out by his memory.
He wasn't worried about being photographed or recorded, what pissed him off was that he didn't even know who did it.
After taking a few steps, Christian stepped on his belt, the buckle hurting the arch of his foot, making him furious again, "Fuck!"
Entering the bathroom, he saw the red wine stains and wax burns on his body in the mirror, and Christian punched the mirror, shattering it.
The shattered mirror reflected his equally shattered face.
Damn it, someone dared to play him? They were asking for death!
Retracting his hand injured by the glass shards, a blurry figure suddenly flashed through Christian's mind.
Smooth skin, fluffy long hair, slender fingers, full lips.
He couldn't remember if he had enjoyed anything last night, only vaguely retaining the memory of skin contact, as if someone had given him an ultimate experience.
But he couldn't piece together that person's face at all.
After taking a long hot shower, Christian tried several times to awaken his genitals, but to no avail.
Damn it, could it be that he was ruined?
Did he play that hard?
While waiting for clothes to be delivered to the hotel, Christian's phone rang.
He was in a terrible mood, spat when he saw the name on the screen, but still answered, "Early in the morning, Miss Bezos, what can I do for you?"
Trinity was driving, and when she passed the square, she saw Christian's video pop up on the screen. His entertainment company had signed a few new talents, and the media had brought out his old videos during interviews.
It had to be said, Christian's personal traffic and appeal were much better than those so-called top stars.
As long as he appeared, he could quickly dominate the trending searches.
His looks were far superior to those of the artists.
Because of this, Trinity's long-silent thoughts resurfaced.
"How is it early in the morning? Mr. Young, you really are a wealthy young master."
Christian looked at his wrist, not seeing a watch but a circle of somewhat sinister red marks, "What do you want?"
"Of course, it's something good. Would I come to you with bad news? There's a business party tonight, and you're cordially invited."
Christian was uninterested, "Can't make it, I'm not in Rochester City."
"Where are you?"
"Out of town."
As for where, he didn't feel obligated to tell Trinity.
Did she think he didn't know what she was up to?
The marriage with Damian was impossible, and she was looking for a new target. Because of their common enemy, Ashley, they had cooperated before, so Trinity thought they could develop further.
Not well-read, but thinking a lot.
Trinity thought too highly of herself and underestimated the bond between him and Damian, who had grown up together.
No matter how much he disliked Ashley or Damian's attitude towards his ex-wife, it didn't affect their life-and-death friendship.
Would he pick up what Damian discarded?
Trinity naturally didn't know Christian's thoughts, thinking she had a good chance. She had the Emperial Avenue Group behind her, holding a lot of resources. Anyone who married her would be gaining an advantage.
"When will you be back? I'll give you a welcome party."
At this, Christian looked down at himself again, wondering if he had been "welcomed" by something last night.
"Not sure, depends on my mood. I'll contact you when I get back."
"Alright, I'll wait for your news."
Putting down the phone, Christian kicked the sofa in frustration. He would definitely find out who was behind last night!
Immediately, Christian called the hotel manager, requesting the surveillance footage on the grounds of losing something important.
Amelia woke up feeling refreshed and in a great mood.
Last night, she had finally avenged herself, releasing the resentment that had been bottled up inside.
She also realized that her personality wasn't suited for enduring silently. To establish herself in the entertainment industry and develop her career, she had lost too much. When Ashley wanted to help her sue, she chose to endure and even advised her not to make a big deal out of it.
Thinking back now, her brain must have been squeezed by a door.
If she couldn't even have basic happiness, what was the point of success and fame?
"Amelia, did you do something bad last night?" Ashley crossed her arms, smiling as she looked at her.
Amelia popped a nut into her mouth, "Yesterday..."
"Playing dumb?"
Amelia smiled, "You already know?"
Ashley said, "You have some guts, barging into Christian's room like that? Aren't you afraid he'll find evidence and come after you?"
Amelia shrugged, "Let him, it was self-defense, a reasonable counterattack!"
After Amelia left last night, Ashley couldn't sleep. She sensed something was off and secretly followed, seeing the elevator stop at the top floor.
She guessed Amelia was probably looking for Christian.
Then, she hurriedly took the elevator to the top floor as well, and as soon as she stepped out, she ran into Damian coming out of a room.
She couldn't forget the look Damian gave her.
He probably thought she was crazy.
"Mr. Hearst, up late?"
Damian was still in his shirt, pants, and shoes, holding an unlit cigarette, "Aren't you? Who are you looking for?"
Ashley said, "No one, just getting some fresh air."
Damian didn't expose her lame lie. In the middle of the night, getting some fresh air?
"Christian should still be awake, want me to knock for you?"
Ashley was afraid he would really knock, and it would be awkward if he saw Amelia, so she quickly stopped him, "No need! I just remembered I have something to do, going back down."
Damian nodded, "Alright."
His attitude was very indifferent, even cold in his unique way.
Ashley took a few steps, then turned back, "Is your head okay?"
Damian said, "Fortunately, it wasn't damaged."
"Good," Ashley hesitated, feeling she should show some concern, so she said without much emotion, "You should rest early."
A faint warmth crossed Damian's face, and he agreed, "Alright."
Ashley returned to her room, waiting a long time without seeing Amelia come back, worried that something had really happened between her and Christian.
But thinking about it, they were all adults capable of making their own decisions. Compared to her, Amelia was the truly clear-headed one.
"So, did you guys have sex?"
Amelia laughed, "What sex? His genitals were too soft to get up, but my revenge is complete, I can finally start anew!"
Seeing her radiant smile, Ashley felt that nothing from last night mattered anymore, "As long as you're happy, the most important thing is not to feel aggrieved. But can you handle the hotel's surveillance? Knowing Christian, he will probably check it."
Amelia bit her nail, "That..."
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