NovelUpdateChapter 2 Chapter 2: "Khloe, you're as clever as ever. No wonder they called you the rising star of academia. But it's a pity that you are now a convict for attempted murder. And your fate is in my hands," Sloane taunted. "So today, all you need to do is spend a night with Karl Russell. Then, I'll arrange for your release and your mother's treatment." "Karl Russell? That old man is already in his sixties. Are you out of your mind?" Khloe's eyes widened in disbelief. "So what? Should I care? It's you who are going to sleep with him, not me. As long as you spend one night with him, our family can secure the Russell family's arms deal. It's a very lucrative business. You should feel honored that you're selling your body to make so much money for us. But if you refuse..." Sloane pointed to the ICU. "I'll have them remove your mom's life support, and she'll die right in front of you. I'll give you five seconds to decide. Five, four, three.....” "Fine! I'll go," Khloe agreed in despair. This time, she could no longer suppress the tears she had been holding back. She was left with no choice. For the sake of her mother, she had to do it.
After freshening up, Khloe was put into a car.
Tonight, she was destined to sleep with a sixty-something disgusting man.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnd she was still a virgin.
That night, the car glided through the deserted streets, headlights cutting into the night's inky darkness. Bang! A gunshot shattered the silence, deafening and ominously close.
Glass sprayed across the seats as the car window exploded, fragments glittering in the dim streetlights.
All hell broke loose. Terrified screams echoed in the street as the few remaining shops hurried to lower their shutters. The driver, white-faced and trembling, veered in a panic. The car skidded, tires screeching before slamming into the curb. He slumped forward, unconscious.
Beside him, Khloe blinked, disoriented from the impact.
Pressing a hand to her throbbing head, she tried to make sense of what had happened. Through the cracked window, she glimpsed flickering orange flames a short distance away. "Oh, no!" She had stumbled straight into the deadly crossfire of a gunfight.
It was likely a turf war turned ugly between two warring gangs. Steadying herself, Khloe pushed open the door and crouched low, inching towards the roadside.
But before she could move further, a figure emerged from the darkness. Tall and powerfully built, he was moving fast. Even though a mask obscured most of his features, she could still see his intense eyes and the proud outline of his nose.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA dark stain spread across his side, seeping through his clothes-blood.
He stumbled towards her, breathing heavily, and collapsed at her feet.
Just then, another group of burly men burst from the shadows, each armed to the teeth. Their faces were etched with vicious determination, each bearing a tattoo on their hand.
"Perfect! He's down. Now, finish him off!"
The leader, bald and snarling, held up his gun and pointed it towards the fallen man. Then, his gaze fell on Khloe. She was dressed to the nines, as she was meant to be a gift for a man tonight.
A tight red dress hugged her perfect figure, accentuating her curves and complimenting her porcelain skin. Her glossy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a delicate, doll-like face with wide, innocent eyes.
In a word, she looked like a vision from a dream—or a men's temptation made flesh. The bald man's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with lecherous intent.
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