It hurt...
It hurt...
Was this hell?
Why did she experience the pain of being torn apart again, even though she was already dead?
She wanted to resist, but her whole body was soft and she had no resistance at all.
The next second, the heavy pressure on her body was finally relieved.
Then, she heard the sound of the belt, followed by the sound of low footsteps in the quiet night.
Strong and powerful, calm and overbearing.
"Bang—" The owner of the footsteps slammed the door and walked out.
Julie Austin scattered consciousness gradually recovered.
"Am I not dead?"
She struggled to sit up, and her whole body was sore. Everything told her that this was not a dream.
Where was this place?
Julie slowly looked around at the furnishings. When she saw her appearance in the mirror on the opposite dressing table, she was stunned.
The girl in the mirror had fair skin and a delicate face. Her eyebrows were slender like a painting, her dark eyes were deep and cold, and her satin-like black hair was scattered casually!
This was clearly what she looked like when she was 18 years old!
She was reborn to six years ago!
In her previous life, all the misfortune started from this night.
When she woke up in rags, what she faced was the flashing cameras of the media.
Her pathetic appearance was exposed in front of everyone...
Since then, she had become notorious. She had become the laughingstock of the whole city.
It was from this night that she walked step by step into the abyss that the Austin family had dug for her and died in the end. Julie bit her lips.
If she were to live again, she would seek revenge for those who owed her, harmed her, and humiliated her. She would seek revenge for the smallest grievance!
"Julie, are you here?" The low and worried female voice broke the silence in the room.
If one listened carefully, it was obvious that there was an obvious excitement hidden in it.
Julie's back suddenly stiffened.
She would never forget the owner of this voice even in her two lifetimes.
Her evil sister - Olivia Austin.
In her previous life, she had lived such a miserable life. It could be said that Olivia had contributed a lot.
Julie looked at her clothes. They had been torn into pieces, so she couldn't wear them anymore. She quickly took out a bathrobe from the bathroom, put it on, and went straight to the balcony.
As soon as she jumped onto the equipment platform outside the balcony, the door was opened.
"Olivia, are you sure that your sister is here? Would you like to go somewhere else to have a look?" It was Olivia's good friend who spoke. She was also the daughter of the owner of this hotel, Maliya Johnson.
"Yeah, it doesn't seem to be here." Someone echoed.
"Wait a minute, I'll go to the balcony to have a look." Olivia, who had found no one after looking around, said unwillingly.
Hearing the approaching footsteps, Julie saw the window of the guest room balcony on the right side.
The distance between the two balconies was more than one meter.
Julie jumped up without hesitation.
"Plop—" She rolled on the carpet.
After rolling for two laps, she had just stopped when she saw a pair of feet in slippers. The toes were trimmed to be round and smooth.
When she looked up, she saw two straight calves with perfect legs. The man was only wrapped in a bath towel. On the bath towel, there were pieces of abdominal muscles with a distinct texture, a narrow waist, broad shoulders, and a perfect body shape.
Above that, there was a face that was so handsome, like a work of art from God.
The stunning facial features, the angular face, and the reflection of the light on his smooth face made his whole face look perfect.
Looking at this face, Julie inexplicably felt a little familiar.
But for a moment, she couldn't remember where she had seen it.
"Is it good-looking?" The man's voice was low and magnetic, hoarse without a trace of warmth.
