The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 141

The man gripped her chin tightly and said, “Look at yourself! You’re so sneaky and terrifying! Does Dr. Dylan know you’re throwing yourself at me like this? Allison, how could there be such a woman like you in this world?”

Allison sneered, “Yes, I am sneaky, I am scary, and I am vain, wanting to gain glory through you. But I am still better than someone like you who only knows how to play tricks behind people’s back!”

Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her jaw Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

The man fiercely grabbed her neck

Her neck was so slender, it seemed like it could be snapped with just a little force

She stared straight into Lucian’s eyes.

Her gaze was resolute and innocent, as if she would be relieved if Lucian really strangled her.

The man was momentarily stunned by those eyes It was as if he was deceived by them, and he let go of her. “Allison, I told you before, if you break up with that guy. I might consider it. Think about it if Dr. Dylan saw the video of me holding you in my arms, would he still like you?” He gently patted the woman’s face, watching her complexion slowly turn pale

“Lucian, you’re despicable!” She knew that Dr. Dylan was wrongly accused, and it was all this man’s doing! He’s using such a lowly tactic, it’s disgusting! Allison: “I’ll break up with him: please let him go.”

“Alright, then I’ll let your lover go” Lucian raised his eyebrows, looking at her, and said “Undress.”

Allison’s lips trembled–what?

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on his belt.

“If you can please me, I’ll help you save your lover. If not, well, you can imagine the consequences”

Allison seemed to understand his meaning.

She trembled. “I won’t.”

He looked at her, trembling. “You won’t? Fine, get out!”

Allison clenched her teeth. She took a deep breath, her vision blurred by tears, and finally made a decision.

Lucian suddenly gritted her teeth, thinking of this woman coming to beg him for Dr. Dylan. The sudden tenderness in his heart disappeared.

Lucian held her chin tightly; his other hand grabbed her waist and threw her onto the sofa. Tears kept rolling down Allison’s face.

“Who are you playing the pitiful act for? Did I ask you to come here? Didn’t you come here for your lover?”

Allison pressed her lips together, her voice hoarse. “Please, Mr. Lindbergh: Please let Dr. Dylan go.

But before she could finish her sentence, the man waved his hand, pushing everything on the coffee table to the floor, and said, “Alright, I’ll satisfy you.”

He put her on the coffee table; her body was hot like a furnace, while the marble coffee table behind her was very cold. Allison was shivering, instinctively wanting to hug him, but the man just sneered, “So despicable!”

From the sofa to the coffee table and then to the floor–to–ceiling window, Allison felt like she was floating in the air. The feeling of weightlessness scared her. Behind her was the glass window, outside of which was the view that could only be seen from the 66th floor. From here, she could clearly see the pedestrans and vehicles below Allison’s face turned pale. ‘No, not here.”

“What are you afraid of, afraid that others will see you like this? Who are you pretending for?”

Allison’s vision started to blur.