NovelEnglishChapter 118 Matilda eyed Adrian's flippant demeanor, and memories of that rainy night he toyed with her cflooding back. Her expression chilled instantly as she snapped. “Mr. Simpson, step aside, please.” Without uttering a word, Adrian seized her wrist. Before Matilda could grasp what was happening, he was dragging her towards another private room in the club! “What are you doing?” Her cry went largely unnoticed; in the noisy club, the staff mistook their tussle for a lovers’ spat. especially given Adrian's air of prestige. They stepped aside, none daring to intervene.
Despite her struggle, Matilda found herself hauled into the room.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAdrian pushed her inside with such force that she nearly lost her balance, steadying herself against a wall as the strobe lights flickered erratically, her face ashen.
Adrian hit the pause button on the music and quipped with a smirk, “Look who's here.” Everyone halted their revelry to turn and stare at Matilda.
It took her no effort to spot Yvan in the crowd, the most conspicuous of all. The room was smoky, the lights dim, and there he sat, surrounded by women vying for his attention, ther center of gravity in a designer suit, looking every bit the celebrity.
Matilda wanted to leave, but Adrian was blocking the exit. She forced a smile, realizing she couldn't escape this predicament.
Adrian, gripping her arm, thrust a glass of liquor into her hand. “Con, | brought you here. The least you could do is have a drink, right?” Yvan'’s gaze was aloof as he looked at her, the two of them exchanging glances like strangers before looking away.
A shiver ran through Matilda's heart as she met Yvan'’s icy stare, feeling as if her blood had turned to ice.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe laughed at herself, thinking, “Yvan, it was just wishful thinking on my part, hoping you'd stand up for me!” “What if | don’t want to drink?” she said.
Adrian sneered, “Are you really going to throw away your dignity again?” He was referring to the last tat the bar when he propositioned her for a night of fun, and she bluntly refused.
Matilda's laugh was colder than Adrian’s. “Mr. Simpson, don’t you already know?” But before she could finish her sentence, a woman had already risen to her side and slapped her across the tace The stap lett Matilda's head ringing.
Mia Yvan bellowed the woman's name.
So, it was her... the persistent woman from Yvan’s doorstep, who had once tangled with Matilda and Gideon.
“You dare to disrespect a Simpson? Matilda, do you really think so highly of yourself that your believe no one would dare touch you?” As Matilda looked up, a second slap followed, sending her crashing to the ground. Mia grabbed a bottle from the table and poured its contents over her, taunting, “Matilda, you're nothing but a sellout, acting all high and mighty! One minute, It's Mr. Boyd; the next, it’s Mr. Simpson. Do you think men are brainless? Do you think we don’t know you're a slut? Haha, even Mr. Simpson has gossiped about your little rainy night escapade. Quite the seductress, aren't you? Especially for someone who's been behind bars!” Matilda remained silent, but the moment she lifted her head, her gaze beclethal.
Mia recoiled from that look, hissing through clenched teeth, “You resent this? My exposing your hurts, doesn’t it?” *Resent it?” Matilda laughed, her voice dripping with scorn. “Mia, do you really think you're worth my resentment? Who's the real dog here, desperate for a man’s scraps? | think you know. the answer to that better than anyone!”
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