Goodbye, My Love

Gilmore pounced on her with a sneer and gripped her wrists tightly.

“Loraine, stop pretending to be pure. There’ll be lots of benefits in the future as Long as you cooperate!”

“Let go of me!” Loraine tried her best to fight back, but it was in vain.

Now that one of them had made the first move, the rest followed. They rushed up one by one and began to tear off Loraine’s clothes.

The fragile cloth couldn’t stand their force and was ripped to shreds. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Soon, the white fabric was torn off to reveal her soft skin.

“Fuck off!”

Loraine’s hands and feet were caught. She struggled as hard as she could, flailing desperately, but she couldn’t get their filthy, groping hands off her.

Her face was flushed, her shiny, long hair scattered over her shoulders, and her clothes were torn to shreds to reveal her skin. Such a sight aroused her predators even more. They were completely controlled by their desire to taste the attractive creature in front of them.

And all of this was being captured by the cameras.

The live stream caused the viewers in an uproar, the comments surging in and turning more and more explicit. They were all waiting for the best part.

But just at the critical moment, the door of the presidential suite was kicked down with a bang. The gruesome scene was suddenly interrupted.

Before anyone could react, a man barged in and violently kicked Gilmore off Loraine.

The kick was so abrupt and brutal that it sent Gilmore flying for nearly two meters before he slammed into the wall. The sound of his bones cracking could be heard clearly, and the rest of the men were suddenly aware of what was happening.

Gilmore slumped onto the floor, unconscious. The others trembled and begged for mercy.

“Wait! Let’s talk about this first… Ah!”

The fists rained down on them like a storm of fury. Even if they worked together, they were no match for this man.

The man’s eyes were red with rage as he beat them to a pulp as if the devil had escaped from hell.

One punch after another, the vengeful man went on a rampage and showed no mercy. The deluxe suite was splattered in blood and echoed with screams and wailing.

At first, Loraine was in a state of shock. She soon regained her senses and shouted, “Stop, Marco! Are you trying to beat them to death?”

“How dare they do this to you? They all deserve to die!”

Marco ruthlessly stomped on a man’s hand. In his mind, it was that very hand that dared touch Loraine, so it had to be destroyed. With a cruel and frigid expression, Marco added force to his foot until a satisfying crunch of bones came from the man’s palm.

The man lying on the floor grunted in agony, “Mr. Bryant, please forgive me! Please, let me go!”