Why did we get separated? Could it be that the wind blew us apart? The words came out softly and slowly on her red lips, but the traffic immediately obliterated them in the street. Under the moon was her single figure, lonely and cold. Just then, a black Bentley braked suddenly and was pulled in to her side. Rosalie wrenched her mind back to the present. She was slightly stunned and intended to move forward, but then the window was rolled down and the man's stolid face appeared. Rosalie wanted to run away. "Hey, you! Didn't you remember what I said?!" The man's icy gaze and cold voice became even more arrogant and domineering: "Get your ass over here!" She hated him, Victor! Rosalie looked at the aggressive man and longed for giving him a smack. But she held back her anger, wearing a tender smile: "Victor, soooo sorry, but I'm occupied tonight." She spoke softly and sweetly, ready to leave after the words. Couldn't this woman recognize herself by now? Victor's face was even

Not only Victor but also a dozen of men and women were staying inside the suite. The ages of all men ranged from Victor’s age to over the forties. The women were... all beautiful and extra sexy. Victor sat on a pricey sofa and leaned back slightly. The first two buttons of his shirt were missing, revealing his sexy and strong pectoral muscles. The lush hairs on his chest were inviting. Many beautiful women were looking at him. His handsome face and respectful identity made him extraordinarily welcomed by the women. "Damn it, who’s there? " There were several bottles of famous wine on the table and the men were drunk. When they saw someone coming in, they questioned the man at the door with displeasure. Rosalie, wearing a denim jacket, stood in the doorway, feeling incompatible with this situation. She hesitated for a moment and was about to leave when Victor noticed him. He lightly raised his lips and responded lightly with a teasing smile, "My woman, come and join the fun an

Only when she exited the restroom that she ruffled her long hair while still reeling from the shock she had just experienced. Her eyes were flushed. After all these years, she couldn’t imagine that she was still lucky enough to encounter him. But she was now in such a terrible state that she did not deserve to be identified by him. It's just good to see that he's doing well. The warm light in the corridor fell on her miserable white face, and she fought back her tears when continuing to walk. She stepped as if stepping on a cloud, soft and fluffy. Suddenly, a brute force pushed her closer to the corner. She looked up in pain to see Victor's tall body standing in front of her, enveloping her thin figure. What was this man doing here? "What are you doing?!" Rosalie, remembering what had just happened, was filled with resentment towards him and attempted to break away, but she was so weak now. Victor's knee suddenly passed between her legs. He put one hand picking up her chin, and

"Rosalie, I told you it was useless. Everything you do is in vain. Behave good and listen to me, and only in this way will you and those you care about be safe." He said with a deep chuckle. Rosalie felt herself struggling to breathe: "What the hell are you going to do?" "Play a game with me." His voice was cold and ruthless: "Those people you care about are my counters Don't try to pull any trick." She hung up the phone and slapped her face with cool water to adjust herself. When she came to the magazine office, Nessia, another editor, rushed to her and said, "Rosalie, your aunt is sitting in a wheelchair pushed by your uncle. Your uncle seems to be in a bad mood." Rosalie pushed the door in. Once inside, she saw her uncle Ken's fat body spread out on the sofa with a sleepy face with a torn dress on the desk. That was the dress she weared when Victor raped her. She threw it in the trash when she came back last night. "How did this nice dress get torn like this? Full of smell

The people around looked at each other, but the crowd didn't dare to breathe heavily for fear of disturbing them. Isn't she just making a fool of herself? Rosalie thought. It turned out that Victor was here to visit Jemima. Fortunately, just now she did not walk to him. Otherwise, it would’ve been too humiliating. But then, she immediately fiddled with the camera in her hand and turned off the flash, silently recording the scene of the two kissing passionately. For this image, what kind of caption could make it more eye-catching? When a jade girl became a whore? Was Victor Falling in love with a female actor? This headline would be explosive and eye-catching. The thought that the magazine would be a sensation made her helplessly curl the corners of her mouth, showing a smile. Victor's eyes instantly deepened, pushing away Jemima, who was wrapped around him like a snake, and said in an icy tone, "You guys keep filming. I'm just passing by." "Fine, fine! Reset the makeup for Mi