Chapter 3 Dream Shattered

Robin's face turned pale. Tears of fear trickled down her cheeks and landed on his warm palm. Along with her crying, her delicate, thin shoulders shook. Her terrified looks stimulated his possessiveness.

He didn't hesitate even in the slightest when his big body bore down... Boundless fear and darkness enveloped her.

"No..."

Her hands turned bloodless when she grasped the bedsheet. Her broken cry was filled with complete despair.

She bit her lip tightly to stay sober.

The darkroom was filled with a strong carnal smell.

She felt dizzy and blacked out, but her hands still grasped the sheets. Crystal tears lingered on her long eyelashes.

Her dream shattered.

Her life was ruined.

This cruel monster mercilessly destroyed everything.

While she was in a coma, her heart was ground by pain.

Even worse still, she didn't even know what the man looked like.

Terrance stroked her delicate face ardently under the pale moonlight.

"The body of an 18-year-old is clean and tight." His eyes landed on a striking red smear on the white bedsheet, and he mused.

In a short while, he got up, took a quick shower, and resolutely got out of the hotel.

At midnight, Clay Waller received a call, drove to the hotel, and waited at the entrance. Behind him followed a dozen cars loaded with bodyguards. All the lanes were occupied.

As soon as Terrance showed up, those men respectfully lined up on both sides. Wearing suits and leather shoes, they looked prudent.

This was the first time that Mr. Boyle left the hotel in the middle of the night. Therefore, everyone stood by gingerly and feared upsetting the man.

"Mr. Boyle, it's all set." Clay opened the car door respectfully.

The sturdy man got into the car and asked, "The woman tonight, who sent her here?"

His question was normal.

Given his status, his ass was kissed every day, and countless women were sent to his door.

It was comparable to an emperor's concubine selection.

But not today. Aware of his bad mood, Clay had turned down all the gifts...

A woman... how?

The question stirred his heart, and Clay felt terrible about his oversight.

Terrance waited for quite a while, got no answer, and abruptly raised his tone, "What is it so difficult to answer?"

Clay gasped, bit the bullet, and answered, "Sir, tonight... no one was sent over!"

"So, it was a female ghost in my room?"

As soon as his voice died away, the air in the spacious limousine became depressing and deadly silent.

Terrance recalled the trembling, resistant, and clumsy woman. His face turned as gloomy as the stormy sky.

It turned out she wasn't playing hard-to-get. He compelled her.

"Sir, I'll find it out within an hour." From his rhetorical question, Clay sensed how serious the matter was.