Chapter 3:

Louis stood in a shower below, most of the foam falling toward his head. There was a wet patch on his body, short hair stuck to his forehead, and bubbles flowed down his body in an angular shape, wrapping around infinitely sexy and, at the same time, extremely dangerous.

He took off his coat in one shot, Lalisa took the opportunity to rush outside, but as soon as she took a step out, she was caught by Louis, forcefully pressing her against the wall. 

"Lalisa! You are now elegant and pure, keeping your virginity before me. Three years ago you risked your life to crawl into my bed, have you forgotten then?" Louis firmly pressed her shoulders, eyes resentful, glared at her. 

"What are you talking about? I didn't know you before; let go of me......" 

Lalisa used her foot to kick him but failed, being pressed even more complexly by his chest. 

She didn't know at this moment what kind of demon possessed her body, but her body was hot, in the end, because of anger, or because ...... Within a short distance, right in her chest, that one naturally transmitted hot.

The wall is extremely wet. The warmth is pitifully meager. 

His shirt was getting wet. She was caught between him and that wall, now in a dilemma she couldn't escape. 

"Don't know? Then I'll help you know now!" 

Louis arrogantly said, then bowed his head and kissed her lips fiercely, bringing his thin, warm, moist lips into her mouth; the temperature inside was immediately hot because this contact wanted to melt her whole body. One of his hands clasped her shoulder, and the other went inside her clothes, igniting the deep fire... 

Like an electric current running through her body, making her whole body numb, Her smooth feet couldn't help but curl up on the ground. 

She didn't like this feeling, really didn't like it. 

Too ashamed. 

"Stop... Let go..."

Lalisa desperately struggled, getting out of his arms. "Look, protesting so fiercely, and you really know how to act, very commendable!" Louis scoffed and sneered. 

A passionate woman pretended to be pure and innocent in front of him! 

In Louis' eyes, a fierce fire built up, and continued to play tricks on her body, completely disregarding her resistance, quickly restraining her body, continued to roam unruly.

The large bathroom made the sound of water very loud, but it did not overwhelm Louis's increasingly labored breathing. 

She struggled desperately, but instantly, he suddenly stabbed her. Lalisa was so much pain that she could not cry out, and her body seemed violently torn. 

Once again. 

She painfully discovered, once again she was violated by him, completely unable to continue to deceive herself; it was all just a dream. 

I don't know how long it took, and all was quiet again. 

Lalisa's whole body was powerless. She sat on the floor full of water, her hands tightly hugging her body, biting her lips, humiliation, anger, discomfort, and many other emotions that kept rising as if she wanted to drown her down. 

She doesn't know what to do anymore: sue the other demon in court... 

Sue in court. 

He's Louis; can she beat him? Without thinking, she knew the chance of winning the case was minimal. Power was the key to victory for a long time in this society. 

"Pow." 

A damp coat Louis threw like trash fell on her, covering her body. 

Lalisa's whole body couldn't help but tremble. 

Louis's coat carried his scent, making her breathless. 

"Mr. Louis." 

The two bodyguards came from outside with their heads bowed, holding a clean, comfortable male outfits in both hands. 

Louis put on a shirt and raised his hands and feet, all elegant and accessible, entirely unlike the man who had made love with her just now. 

Looking at Lalisa in the corner, Louis coldly ordered: "Bring this girl to me."

"Yes. Mr. Louis." The bodyguard answered. 

Worshiping Lalisa, sitting in the corner, hearing this, her body became trembling again; looking at the man standing in the middle of the bathroom in disbelief: "What crazy thing do you want to do now?" 

He still won't let her go? 

In the end, what does he want to do? 

"What else do you want?" - Louis profoundly repeated the key word in her words, deliberately distorting: "It's too embarrassing; I don't want to see the face of someone who likes to pretend to be pure like you, so dirty." 

Lalisa was speechless, and her face turned white. 

This man was deliberately humiliating her to death. 

Why, she encountered such an unthinkable thing... 

Louis buttoned his sleeve, turned to leave, suddenly stopped walking, and coldly looked at her sitting in the corner: "Lalisa, if you don't want to continue to suffer, please quickly hand over the child here. Otherwise, your life will be worse than death in the future." 

After talking, Louis immediately left, not looking back once, not even a little bit of attachment. 

He left, but the whole body still radiated cold air; instantly, the air became insensitive to the bone, almost making Lalisa's breath stop in fear.

He is a general manager of NE corporation, she is an ordinary person, and he has great ability and power. 

But she had no way to resist. 

Hearing that, Lalisa painfully closed her eyes; someone's hands tightly grasped her coat, wishing she could not empty it again; there was no way to open it. 

The house was like a castle, located in the middle of a forest, magnificent, she thought it was some company, but no, it was just a house. 

It was Louis's residence. 

This place is forbidden to outsiders. 

Lalisa was tied up and taken to ..... in exchange for regular times, and she might have gone to find the idea that, at first, she would try her best to look at this house, but now she can only stand still and do nothing. 

On the way, she begged the security for help and tried to run away, but the security overpowered all: no uniform.

She's such a weak girl; how can she beat so many healthy bodyguards? 

Because he felt sorry for her, a bodyguard said a sentence that scared her even more: "Miss, who told you to tease Mr. Louis? Mr. Louis is scary; that person wants life, you live, if he wants you to die, you will die, do whatever you want, but don't resist." 

That one sentence was enough to scare her to death. 

If you hit him in front of him, you can't even take revenge; even if you run away, you can't escape him; it's strange not to be dumbfounded. 

Lalisa was carried inside the mansion, then pushed into the elevator, and moved into a luxurious place like a Western palace in the 14th century, unlike average rooms.

Standing in the room was an older man about sixty years old, with a bright spirit, a very gentle face, his hands clasped behind him, wearing a butler's clothes. 

"Miss Lalisa, you're good; I'm the butler McKay of the Mr. Louis house." The old man smiled and briefly introduced her to her, then extended his hand, "Please sit down." 

At this time, Lalisa noticed that the older man next to him, there was a high-tech chair, along with a hard screen; looking at it, there was a complicated-looking number pad, and looking at it made her feel a headache. 

At a glance, he can tell what this is. 

"This is a lie detector chair, and please sit down." 

McKay said politely and peacefully, with a very gentle face, unlike Louis, who was aggressive and wanted to cause trouble. 

"What do you want to do?" 

When Lalisa's face turned pale, she still tried to ask seriously. 

Starting with this lie detector chair, what does he want to do? 

What crime did she end up offending Louis? Why make she do that? 

"The young master said that Miss Lalisa still insists on not admitting that she gave birth three years ago and wants me to do some measurements." McKay patiently explained to her. 

It was three years ago again, giving birth again...... 

Previously, except for watching Louis's news through the press, she had never seen him in real life, so what to say about giving birth to him? 

"You guys understand." 

Lalisa mustered up her voice to clarify.

The bodyguard didn't so deliberately push Lalisa into the lie detector chair; she wrapped the lie detector wire on the chair surface around her fingers, arms, and body, tying her so tightly that she could not move. ...... 

Lalisa instinctively could only struggle, she must have used all her strength when facing Louis in the sauna room, so she was now so weak. 

She sat there helplessly, looking at McKay. 

She was weakly sitting on the lie detector chair, but she was like a dying fish hit on the head by a wooden cutting board. 

"Miss Lalisa, let's get straight to the point." 

McKay looked at her meekly but smiled softly, revealing a sizeable open file behind her. 

"After asking, can I go?" Lalisa wants to leave this damn place right now. 

McKay smiled slightly, didn't answer, but looked at the file in his hand that started as mildly as the problem, "identity." 

"Lalisa." 

McKay glanced at the screen next to him, nodded slightly, and continued to ask, "Miss Lalisa, what did you do three years ago?" 

"Three years ago, I wrote 《 He Suspicious, a manga. " This manga once made her famous, even though it was only for a short time, but she remembers it very well. 

"Other than that, is there anything else? That important thing?" McKay continued to ask.

"Miss Lalisa, were you pregnant at the time?" McKay lashed out. 

"No, I've never been pregnant." 

McKay stared stiffly at the screen, only to see the information on the screen without the slightest error, the honest answer he couldn't resist, but a little doubt.

Pausing for a moment, he continued: 

"It's impossible; three years ago, you almost didn't leave the gate, just stayed at home; everyone who met you saw you often wearing pants baggy shirt. Why would you want to hide in the house for a year if you're not pregnant?" 

"Is that because I like to stay at home when I'm drawing comics? I usually wear loose-fitting clothes that are comfortable, so weird?" Lalisa was at a loss, and this could also be taken for granted 

. Why?

"Where was Miss Lalisa's New Year's Eve three years ago?" "New Year's Day? I must have been at home to celebrate New Year's Eve. I return to my hometown yearly to celebrate New Year's Eve." " 

No, that night, the person I was staying with was missing. Our family." 

McKay continued: 

"Not only do you live in the same room with the young master, but you're the one who takes the initiative." 

If it weren't for McKay's grimaces too seriously, Lalisa also thought he was joking.

"No! That bad-tempered man, I saw it once and wanted to vomit once; how can I take the initiative with him!" 

Lalisa glared at McKay, her tone agitated. 

Louis Now hearing these two words made her feel disgusted. 

The screen before him changed again like an unsightly play; that fierce man robbed every inch of it. 

"STOP!" 

Outside the window, the man lazily sat on a chair made of rattan; when he heard the sound coming from inside, his face became very unsightly, and he placed the red wine in his hand heavily on the table. 

Nausea. 

This woman also said he was nauseated; he didn't have her to pretend; she was afraid he was sick. 

" Mr. Louis, that woman talking like that is intentional, loosely tied, wants to attract attention, don't keep it in your heart." 

Standing behind Louis was a woman wearing thin clothes with him transparent, E-sized breasts rubbing against his shoulder; seeing him angry, and hastily spoke up. 

"Tighten the rope?" 

Louis coldly repeated, looking at the window with an annoyed face, only to see Lalisa sitting on it with intense hatred in her eyes. 

Whether he was really disgusted or still tied with a rope, he glanced away.

Inside the room's window, butler McKay frowned and continued to say to Lalisa: 

"Miss Lalisa, we have investigated you." 

"You are just adopted, have a younger sister, from childhood to adulthood, from appearance to ability, you are always inferior to your sisters, you are just a third-rate comic artist, but she is a famous female star throughout the country..."

The autobiography suddenly removes her background as if the clothes in front of others were stripped individually. 

Lalisa clenched her fists tightly, her teeth biting her lip.