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Then Sell Me Again The instant Crista entered the office, she met Nimpha's glare. It was so intense, and it seemed as though she wanted to kill Crista in the most painful way possible. If looks could kill, Crista would have dropped dead. Judging from the way Nimpha was looking at her, Crista could tell that it must have something to do with William. But, Crista did not care. After all, it had nothing to do with her. Her relationship with William had always been unpredictable. Besides, he was the only one who could control everything. She did not even have the right to say anything he chose to do nor could she change it. What was more, Crista was not with William last night as well. She had no idea which woman he had gone to after he left the apartment. Well, he could go to another woman if he wanted. For sure many women would want to climb onto his bed and benefit from him. They could probably get a lot of money from him as a reward. After al

Blood Crista shrank away in fear as she looked at the hideous man in front of her. Without warning, Dicson pulled her by her arm, which made her shriek in pain and break out a cold sweat. The bum in her arm had not healed yet, and it was still very painful to touch. His grip was so tight that she felt that she had no escape. She figured that even if she cried for help a million times, nobody would come to save her. "Please don't touch me!" she pleaded, her sight blurry with tears. "There, there. Don’t cry now. You'll be happy later." Dicson signaled his two men to let her go. As they did so, he pulled Crista into his arms, and he happened to see the gauze on her arm. "Why are you so careless? Does it hurt?” he asked. His touch was so gentle that it was quite surprising due to his menacing look. However, his tone and voice still sent shivers down Crista's spine. "Please don't touch me! I'm begging you!" Crista closed he

Plagiarized It was not until the doctor said that everything was fine that William felt completely relieved. As he sat on the edge of the bed, he asked Crista, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?" His gentle voice rang in her ears, and it warmed her heart. If they did not end up fighting before, would they be able to reconcile? Could they have lived peacefully like this moment? Sadly, both of them were so stubborn that they only lost each other again and again. "Thank you for coming to save me," Crista said, instead of answering his question. At that time, she thought she would die in the hands of a scoundrel. "Crista, am I a stranger to you? Haven't we quarreled enough?" William asked in a slightly hurt voice. He did not want to talk about their discord, especially when she had just woken up after being severely wounded. Past was past. William decided to restrain his bad temper and impatience. However, if Crista

He Still Didn't Want To Touch Her William sat in his car for a whole night. He didn't drive back to the company until he felt the first rays of sunlight on his face. Sitting in his office, he felt completely exhausted. Not long after, Carla came in. "William, what’s going on?" Although William had asked Enzo to deal with the issue, trying to keep it from her, she had seen the news reports. Carla could not help but wonder why he was trying to keep such a big problem from her. Was he trying to protect Crista? "Carla, let Enzo take care of the issue. I have already told him what he needs to do, so don't worry." He sighed. Although he regretted saying those things to Crista the day before, he felt ashamed to apologize to her. "Don't worry? How could I not worry? How could I just ignore something like this? Didn't you put me in charge of this project? What the hell is going on with these designs? I need to see Crista and talk to her about

I Can Get You Out Of Here Inside the cafe, Nimpha sat across from a man who was wearing a hat. "Miss Nimpha, are you happy with this?” The man looked at her with a smile, but there seemed to be something strange about him. "Yes, you've done well. I will be transferring the money to your account tomorrow." Nimpha had already read the newspaper. In fact, she was the one who was behind all this. Even though the designs were quite popular, it could not have been featured in an article on the front page without her. She was the one who had arranged for a reporter to feature the designs. "Miss Nimpha, It's not just the money you promised me, remember?" Like most men, he wanted a woman, and he wanted Nimpha in particular. "Don't worry, I'm quite satisfied with your service." Nimpha took out a hotel card with gold letters printed on it, and said, "Room 505 at ten o'clock tonight." With that, she stood up and left. Since Crista hadn't