When Jason saw that Lorneauxs had not been involved in the matter, he paused for a few seconds, then rallied himself.
"Get up." Jason forcefully pulled the bewildered Claire to her feet, confidently dragging her towards the elevator.
Anyway, she was just a stepsister. Lorneaux's actions were entirely reasonable. If it were him, he wouldn't bother with a suddenly emerged sister either.
"No, don't..." Although Claire felt a bit dizzy, she hadn't completely lost her senses. She immediately struggled, "Don't touch me, let go of me."
Regardless of the resistance and the strong struggling sounds behind him, Lorneaux seemed to hear nothing, striding forward resolutely without looking back.
As they entered the private lounge, Lorneaux caught a glimpse of Claire being dragged into the elevator by Jason in the corridor, but his figure entering the room did not pause for a moment.
After all, there was a gap in strength between men and women, not to mention Claire being drugged. Along the way, she struggled until her strength was nearly depleted, being dragged into the room by Jason and thrown onto the bed.
On the other side...
Seated, Lorneaux lifted a glass of red wine, shaking it absentmindedly, appearing somewhat preoccupied.
After taking a sip of the wine, sitting for less than a minute, he suddenly got up and left.
"Lorneaux, where are you going?" Quentin wondered. He had just arrived, and now Lorneaux was leaving.
"The bathroom." Lorneaux didn't even glance back.
Quentin glanced inadvertently at the restroom in the private lounge, then at Lorneaux's departing figure, growing more puzzled but refraining from further inquiry.
After leaving the private lounge, Lorneauxs immediately called someone to inquire about the room number Jason had booked. Before the elevator arrived, he received a reply.
Lorneauxs went up to the top floor and stood in front of the room. He didn't rush to go in. Those perpetually cold black eyes seemed to betray a hint of hesitation.
He had no reason to get involved with this girl.
But even though the door was soundproof, he could imagine what was happening inside.
Thinking of the quiet and pure girl on the other side of the door, pressed on Jason's bed...
As this thought crossed his mind, Lorneauxs' brow slightly furrowed, and his pitch-black eyes chilled sharply.
The next moment, his long legs suddenly lifted, kicking with force.
With a thunderous noise, the seemingly sturdy door was kicked open by him.
The tremendous unfriendly sound frightened Jason. He quickly climbed down from Claire and turned around to prepare for a heated exchange. But when he saw Lorneauxs entering with a stern face, he was scared to the point of trembling, his legs nearly giving way.
Lorneauxs exuded an extremely cold and intimidating aura. He strode into the room like a storm, his icy gaze sweeping across the entire space, completely ignoring Jason standing by the bed.
Claire lay on the bed. Her little skirt was nowhere to be seen, and her seaweed-like long hair scattered on the deep blue sheets. The stark contrast between the black hair and fair skin lightly tapped against his robust heart.
The potency of these drugs was overwhelming. Claire's body was now flushed, powerless. Her gaze had become blurry, unable to see clearly. But her delicate arms still clung tightly to her chest.
The petite girl lay weakly on the spacious bed.
Unconsciously, Lorneauxs recalled the first meeting earlier in the day when she obediently called him brother, bringing a hint of surprise.
Now, looking at Claire, unconscious and at the mercy of others, wearing only underwear on the bed... Lorneauxs' cold eyes inexplicably ignited with anger.
"Lorneauxs..." The moment he walked in, Jason knew he was in trouble. Seeing Lorneauxs' icy gaze finally turn towards him, he hurriedly began to explain. But before he could speak, Lorneauxs' fist swung out forcefully, landing a punch on his side.
Judging from Lorneauxs' killing intent and the ruthless precision of his punches, he was evidently an experienced and skilled boxer.
In the current situation, even ten Jasons would not be enough to challenge him.
Amid Jason's helpless screams, each of Lorneauxs' punches and kicks carried boundless anger.
If he was still contemplating whether to save Claire or kick down the door, witnessing Claire almost stripped naked unleashed his murderous intent. He was more inclined to castrate Jason.
In the room, Jason's pitiful screams were incessant. The excessively painful cries were chilling, frightening Claire into some degree of sobriety.
Lorneauxs swiftly engaged in the fight for just a minute...
Jason, who attempted to violate Claire, was then thrown to the ground, his face covered in blood.
Quentin pushed open the doors of the emergency room and said to Lorneauxs, "I heard you brought in a young girl covered in blood.""Another late-night shift, huh, Doctor?" Quentin didn't wait for an invitation, striding purposefully towards the gurney.As Quentin briskly walked past, Lorneauxs didn't attempt to stop him. He knew it would be futile; Quentin would find out what he wanted to know one way or another."I was dragged out of bed to assist with this emergency," Quentin casually replied as he reached the bedside.Quentin bent over the gurney, carefully examining the pale, unconscious face of the girl. He could see delicate features and youthful skin still retaining a glow of youth. She seemed to be in her teens."Poor child. I wonder what happened to her," Quentin muttered under his breath.Judging by her delicate features and obviously underage appearance, she was exactly the type Lorneauxs favored.Quentin straightened up, mocking, "You know, she bears a striking resemblance
Claire quickly rushed back to her room, still trembling all over.From now on, her goal was to prevent Lorneauxs from doing anything inappropriate, especially within the confines of this house. "Especially in this house, she would be scared out of her wits."In Lorneauxs' home, Claire, as usual, locked the door before going to sleep, but she didn't bother with the windows. If Lorneauxs wanted to come in, no door could keep him out.In the midnight hours, Claire woke up again. But this time, without external disturbances, she woke up due to pain."Ugh," Claire groaned, clutching her stomach.Curled up in agony, she tossed and turned, feeling her cheeks damp with cold sweat."Hmm," she frowned. Then, a sudden thought struck her. "Why am I hurt so badly... is it my period?"However, she had never experienced cramps like this before during her menstrual cycle.With a slight movement of her legs, Claire felt the inner thighs slippery and wet. Translating into English,But strangely, she ha
Having worked here for so many years, Lorneauxs's father had never given him anything.So when he showed up tonight with a gift, Lorneauxs immediately became suspicious."I just came in, said nothing," his father's amiable smile disappeared.His father walked over and placed the gift down."If you're not up to something, why are you giving me a gift?" Lorneauxs said."I've discreetly slipped things to you more than once," Lorneauxs's father muttered with bitterness.But he still accepted the gift, this rare thoughtful gesture surprising his father.Looking at Lorneauxs, his father took a seat across from him."You're approaching 30, son. Don't you think it's time to start dating?" his father asked.Lorneauxs set down the gift, locking eyes with his father. "I don't consider it a priority," he calmly replied."Tell me honestly," his father leaned in, "is there a reason you're avoiding romantic relationships? Is there something you find difficult to discuss?"His father subtly hinted th
"You answered Miss Garcia's call, so you should know that David wants to meet me," Claire innocently said under Lorneaux's dangerous gaze, suddenly recalling his earlier question.She muttered a curse under her breath but dared not show any displeasure, answering meekly."You can meet, but don't meet him alone again," Lorneauxs said in a calm tone.He knew that David wanted to meet Claire but was unaware of their private meetings. Imagining her sweet smile at David, Lorneauxs gave her another cold look. "Don't meet men alone."A hint of confusion flashed in Claire's bright eyes as she quickly widened them. "I was just having dinner with David."First, she wasn't allowed to eat barbecue, and now she couldn't meet David alone—did Lorneauxs really want to control her life?"Stop asking, if I say no, then it's a no," Lorneauxs said sternly, his icy gaze intensifying, warning her in a commanding tone.Claire glared at John, preparing for a visual showdown. But soon, she huffed angrily, tur
Lorneauxs's cold eyes narrowed, laser-like, locking onto Amanda. He had never seen her so at ease and genuinely smiling in his presence. Seated across from her was a casually dressed man with a stubble on his chin, appearing quite handsome yet exuding a sense of decadence and nonchalance.Suddenly, Lorneauxs came to a halt, causing his entourage behind him to break out in a cold sweat, fearing that tonight's business might go south. Drenched in sweat, they stood still, holding their breath, anxiously waiting.Claire and Williams were engrossed in conversation, oblivious to a tall, cold-looking man approaching them. "So, the filming can really start next month?" Claire's bright eyes sparkled with excitement as she eagerly gazed at David Williams.The thought of her script finally getting approval filled her with immense joy. "Of course, the funds have been secured for quite some time now."David Williams looked at Claire, in high spirits. However, before he could finish his sentence, t
"Hey, Claire, what are you looking at?" Lorneauxs asked, leaning back with his long legs and a neatly placed file on his thigh. He kept his head down, completely engrossed in his work, seemingly oblivious to Claire sitting beside him.Claire stared boldly at Lorneauxs, her gaze unwavering. Lorneauxs didn't even glance in her direction, as if she didn't exist at all. She wondered what he was thinking—calling her to the car and then ignoring her like that.Lorneauxs had handsome features, exuding an air of wealth and aloofness."Hey, Claire, what are you looking at?" Lorneauxs asked, leaning back with his long legs and a neatly placed file on his thigh. He kept his head down, completely engrossed in his work, seemingly oblivious to Claire sitting beside him.Claire stared boldly at Lorneauxs, her gaze unwavering. Lorneauxs didn't even glance in her direction, as if she didn't exist at all. She wondered what he was thinking—calling her to the car and then ignoring her like that.Lorneaux