NovelEnglishChapter 664 Can't Stir Up Any Trouble After the students left, Carol trudged behind Bryan.
Bryan, now fifty, had graying hair at his temples.
They passed several people who greeted Bryan politely.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOnce in his office, Bryan's smile vanished. He motioned for Carol to sit.
Carol, just nineteen and a college junior, sat down, her legs shaking.
"You saw Penny, right? Did you give her the script?" Bryan asked.
"Yes, I did," Carol replied, avoiding his gaze.
Bryan nodded and then patted her shoulder. "You didn't mention anything else, did you?" Startled, Carol shook her head. "No, I didn't." Bryan smiled, leaning in to hug her. "Good. Penny's a nobody. What did she say about the script?" "Ms. Cooper didn't like it and asked for revisions," Carol said.
Bryan scowled. "Of course, she didn't. I only gave it to her because the Smith family recommended her. Just make it look like you can't revise it well." He placed his hand on Carol's thigh, making her shiver.
Content with her unease, Bryan shifted his hand to her shoulder blade. "You've slimmed down. You should eat more." Carol felt nauseous, her face pale. She clutched her books, hoping twould pass quickly.
"Don't say too much to Penny. Stick with me, and you'll benefit. The Montague Group is interested in the script and plans to invest billions. You'll get smoney, which can help your struggling family." Bryan pointed to the table. "Lie down. I need to check your body." Terrified, Carol stammered, "I... I have something to do at home." Bryan seized her neck, leaving behind marks. "What could you possibly have to do? Your father teaches at a private school, your mother is out delivering goods, and you only have one class tonight." He had thoroughly investigated Carol's family. Quiet, poor students like her were easy to control.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhen Carol lay down, she trembled and cried. The books on the table fell to the floor.
Bryan, no longer capable of sex, had other ways to torment.
Carol vomited on the desk. Bryan slapped her. "How many times has it been, and you still vomit!"
She didn't respond; she just vomited and cried. The contentis E.com!
In less than three minutes, Bryan was done. He yanked hex hair. "Clean up the desk." Crying, Carol nodded.
After Bryan left, she vomited into the trash can but cleaned the desk with trembling hands.
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