“Gosh!”
Frank Harper was startled when he found a slender shoulder covered in hickeys. The purple marks were everywhere, even near the enticing mole at the bosom.
Still with his mouth gaped, Frank stared at the girl’s face. Her lipstick and mascara were smudged far beyond the limits. Realizing his brutality, Frank hurriedly grabbed his phone.
“You and those nine bodyguards are useless! Do you think I paid you dearly for nothing?” Frank cursed as soon as his call was answered.
"Sorry, Sir. Didn’t you tell us to take some rest? You said you wanted to celebrate the anniversary with your fiancee.”
“Fiancee? I don't even know this girl!”
Frank glared at the girl with piercing eyes. Hatred had consumed his soul.
Isabela had tried to seduce him countless times, but he never wavered. However, last night, he had let his guard down. How could he ruin his perfect image with an unknown girl?
“Investigate the bar! Someone must have added drugs to my drink last night. And find out where Isabela is now! She never canceled appointment without any information before."
"What about the girl with you, Sir? Do I need to investigate her as well?”
Frank clenched his jaw. How could the girl still be asleep when his anger had exploded?
"I’ll handle her."
After placing the phone on the table, Frank hurriedly put on his clothes. Then, without any hesitation, he slapped the girl with a glass of water.
“Hmmph!”
Kara instinctively wiped her face and got up. As soon as she saw a handsome man with messy hair, she was flabbergasted. "Who are you?"
“I'm the one who should be asking. Who are you?"
Frank raised an eyebrow. His face was not friendly at all. His gray eyes emitted a cold and deadly aura.
"Wait a minute! This is my room. Why are you acting like it’s yours?” Kara replied with a higher tone. She hadn't realized that her clothes were no longer covering her body.
"Don't you know who I am?" Frank muttered, pressing his forehead with a raised eyebrow. A second later, he snorted. “This is my hotel, and I specifically prepared this room for my fiancee. So, stop pretending!”
“You're the one pretending! Our team rented three rooms in Harper Hotel since yesterday afternoon. Look, my suitcase ....”
Kara gasped when she found her clothes scattered near the man's feet. As the memory of last night's dream spun around, her eyes widened.
"You ...!" Kara pulled the blanket with a horrified expression. "What have you done to me?"
With his hands stuffed in the pockets, Frank stepped forward. “I should be the one hysterical. How could I touch a lowly girl who’s so ugly and stupid like you?”
Leaning forward, he observed the look on his victim. He felt she was overreacting. Those golden copper eyes trembled too much.
"Tsk, even a Samoyed dog is much classier than you."
The man looked at her like she was the most disgusting creature in the entire world. Kara was at a loss for words.
“Stop your charade! You must be thrilled to have slept with me. Millions of women dream of that opportunity. You should be grateful, while I ...” Frank snorted and shrugged. "Last night was the worst nightmare of my life."
"What? You've clearly taken advantage of me. Now, you think I'm a trash?”
Kara's tears began to flow. Her frustration had reached its peak.
“You are indeed a trash. You are like a stain in a flawless expensive painting. You are not worthy of entering my canvas. Therefore, forget what happened between us and never meet me again! If you dare to show me your face outside this room, don't blame me if you disappear from the world."
"You think I want to be touched by you? You are the real trash! You have stolen my fiance’s rights! You must take responsibility!” Kara retorted with a trembling voice. Her energy had been drained, but anger forced her to refuse to be silent.
Meanwhile, Frank narrowed his eyes. ‘This girl still wants to play victim? She even dares to press me with demands?’ He snorted cynically.
"I'm not asking you to marry me," Kara quickly clarified. "You just need to explain your crime to my fiancé."
"Wasn’t my warning clear enough?" Frank asked in a displeased tone. Still with his hands stuffed in the pockets, he placed his face a few inches in front of Kara. “I … don't want … to deal with you … anymore.”
The man's tone was not kidding. Kara almost shuddered, but she kept her chin up.
Unfortunately, before she could speak up, the man had already pushed her forehead with his forefinger. A second later, he walked away while cleaning his hand with a silk cloth embroided with spun gold.
"Hey!"
Kara hurriedly chased after him. However, as she managed to grab the man's arm, she was immediately pressed against the wall.
