Chapter 559 Revenge, Occupation, Invasion
Amelia's slap landed heavily, interrupting Christian's obscene and sarcastic remarks.
The space was large enough, vast like a wasteland, making the people inside seem so small. The entire space was filled with the anger erupting from both of them.
Amelia's slap used all her strength, making her arm go numb.
Christian's eyes were bloodshot. He stuck out his tongue, licked the corner of his mouth, and then smiled coldly, like a beast that had been violated.
The next moment, he grabbed Amelia's collarbone with his big hand and lifted her up, "Don't believe it? Or don't dare to admit it? You two women, not a single good one among you! Acting both as sluts and pure women, do you think men are stupid? Deserve to be played and used by you? I saw it back at Limehof, you're no different from those prostitutes, but you're a bit smarter, not selling directly, but racking your brains to attract my attention."
Limehof, that time at the hotel?
Amelia didn't deny that she wanted to attract Christian's attention, but she wasn't trying to gain resources from him, she wanted revenge!
Amelia gritted her teeth, enduring the pain in her jaw without making a sound of weakness, "Christian, you're so narcissistic! Do you think every woman is interested in you? Pfft! When you got me to the hotel, why did you chicken out? Stripped me naked, created a false impression, and then chickened out and left. Are you impotent?!"
Amelia laughed out loud, and with each laugh, her neck hurt, hurt so much that tears were about to come out. Through a faint layer of mist, she saw Christian's twisted face, his eyes bloodshot, filled with murderous intent.
"At least you have some brains, you actually figured it out."
"I knew it long ago! I should have chopped you up long ago! You call yourself a man? Is this the only way you know to get back at women? Why don't you directly get back at Ashley? You don't dare, you're scared, you're a coward! You don't dare to offend Damian, and of course, you, a worthless man, can't compare to him. He can crush you with a flick of his hand!"
Amelia gritted her teeth.
"So, you take it out on me! I used to think you resented me for messing with your lover, now I understand, you were just using it as an excuse, you wanted to hurt me to make Ashley suffer, isn't that what a coward does?"
If she had known it was Christian, if she had known he was this kind of person, she would have definitely, absolutely, had Ashley check the hotel surveillance from the start, then carried a knife into his office, even if it meant mutual destruction.
In his rage, Christian didn't answer Amelia's pointed questions, but instead tore open her shirt with brute force.
Amelia was wearing a thick coat outside, with a shirt and pants inside. In an instant, the buttons popped open, and her chest felt a chill.
"Damn it, Christian, what are you doing, let go of me!"
Amelia panicked a bit, she forgot that Christian was a bastard with no bottom line. Provoking him wouldn't gain her freedom, it would only make him more ruthless.
Christian grabbed her torn collar, leaned in, his lips close to hers, "I'll show you, I'm not impotent."
Amelia instinctively curled up her legs, her hands flailing wildly, "Christian, Damian loves Ashley, loves her very much! I will definitely tell Ashley what you did to me, let's see what Damian will do to you then! He will kill you!"
Christian, annoyed, grabbed her wrists with one hand, pinning her thin arms together above her head, pressing down on her, kneeling on the sofa with one knee, pinning her legs, "Then let's see, whether he will help me or your friend."
"Let go of me! Christian, let go of me! Help! Help!!"
Amelia's thoughts were in chaos, no, absolutely not!
In the past, she wouldn't have resisted so much, wouldn't have been so afraid.
But now it's different! She had someone in her heart.
She and Irvin had agreed that once his career got better, they would officially start dating and announce their relationship to the media.
After being lonely for so many years, she finally met a man who was a perfect match for her. He was gentle, considerate, understanding, exactly her type, without too much ambition, not willing to sacrifice life for more benefits.
Irvin said, after I finish filming these two movies and get the pay, I'll buy a wedding house in Rochester City and propose to her.
She was waiting, hoping, working hard.
Now everything was clear, she didn't want to be violated by Christian at this time.
"Christian, stop, or I will definitely kill you!" Amelia shouted with all her might, her voice hoarse.
But the soundproofing of the Blue Star's private room was too good, even if she screamed her lungs out, no one would come. Even if someone heard, knowing it was a Christian inside, who would dare to come in?
Amelia wanted to call the police for help, but her phone was still in the hallway outside.
Christian completely ignored her struggles and cries, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down.
Her long legs were elastic, young, vibrant, beautiful.
"You dare! Christian, you dare!" Amelia screamed hoarsely, using her last bit of strength, but her hands couldn't defend, her legs were pinned, and now with her pants half off, her range of kicking was even more limited.
She was a fish on the chopping block.
Tears fell, veins bulging on her neck, faint blood vessels about to burst, her wrists red from twisting with force.
Christian looked at Amelia's appearance, his heart suddenly moved.
But anger took over again, and he pulled out his belt, tied her hands, removing all obstacles in his way.
Amelia's head was thrown back in the impact, veins spreading from her jaw, her voice and eyes filled with pain.
Who knew how long it lasted?
Maybe an hour, maybe two.
Amelia lay half-dead on the long-pile carpet, her hands still tied with the man's belt, beside her was Christian's discarded coat, emitting the scent of men's cologne, mixed with the decadent smell in the room, not very distinct.
Her body was too tired and sore to even get up.
Her eyes hurt, her throat hurt more, her body felt like it was on fire, her back was sweaty, both cold and hot.
She finally opened her eyes and saw a pair of black leather shoes.
Christian sat on the sofa with his legs spread, holding a cigarette, his shirt wrinkled and hanging on him, a few buttons missing, revealing tight muscle lines, a bite mark on his shoulder.
His pants were without a belt, loose.
Amelia gritted her teeth, "I will kill you, sooner or later!"
Christian exhaled a puff of smoke, bent down, got closer to her, his long fingers lifting her chin, her face pale, covered with a flush of anger, inexplicably a bit enchanting, "With you, have that ability?"
He toyed with her, then let go, dismissively took out his phone, shoved it in her face, "Your boyfriend?"
Amelia's eyes widened, the corners almost tearing, "What are you doing!"
The webpage showed Irvin's information, but Christian knew far more than what was officially published. He sneered, "Isn't he the man I kicked out of the crew with a single word?"
That tone, as if crushing him was as easy as squashing an ant.
"What do you want?!" Amelia shouted.
Christian took away the phone, casually placed it on the sofa, "You guessed right, I like to take a roundabout way. To deal with Ashley, I messed with you. To deal with you, I can deal with that Irvin. How he climbed up, I can make him fall down."
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