Chapter 5
The last person I expected to see the night before my departure was Dylan Cross.
It was at a farewell dinner my friends threw for me, and I ran into Scarlett in the hallway.
“Well, well, if it isn’t Miss Chloe, fresh off her nude art exhibition!”
Without Dylan around, Scarlett seemed even more unhinged.
She stepped up and patted my cheek:
“Nice moves, honey! What kind of spell did you cast on my man to make him delete all your slutty pics from the internet?”
I frowned-
So she thought Dylan was the one who deleted my photos.
Ha. She was really overestimating Dylan’s feelings for me.
“But that’s okay, I printed them all out for you~”
With that, Scarlett pulled out a thick stack of HD printed photos from her bag-all of my most vulnerable, exposed moments!
She waved the photos tauntingly.
“So what now? You seduced him into deleting your online pics, but can you delete THESE?”
“Just get on your knees and say you’ll never act like a desperate whore around him again, and I’ll give you these photos. Deal?”
I stared at her without saying a word.
Annoyance flashed in her eyes as she slowly opened the window:
“Aright then! Let’s show everyone what our classy Chloe looks like when she’s being a dirty slut!”
“Security.” I said calmly.
“What are you doing?!”
Scarlett watched as bodyguards filed out of my private room.
I tilted my chin up with a cold smile:
“Strip this bitch naked and throw her in the street.”
“You!”
Scarlett backed away in terror:
“GET AWAY FROM ME! Don’t you dare touch me!”
“Do you know who Dylan Cross is?! If you do this to me, he’ll destroy all of you!”
“SHUT UP!”
One of the bodyguards slapped her hard, completely fed up:
“Dylan Cross is a piece of SHIT compared to our boss!”
Blood trickled from Scarlett’s mouth as she stared at me in shock
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“What?”
“STOP RIGHT THERE!” A furious shout rang out.
Dylan’s footsteps had never sounded so urgent.
He kicked the bodyguard holding Scarlett’s collar square in the chest, sending the man flying with blood spurting from his mouth:
“What the FUCK do you think you’re doing touching her!”
“DYLAN!”
Scarlett sobbed and threw herself into his arms.
“Scarlett…”
Dylan’s hands trembled slightly as he carefully straightened her disheveled collar and buttoned her shirt.
Behind him, way more bodyguards than I had surrounded us all.
“Chloe…”
When Dylan looked at me, he literally looked like he wanted to murder me.
“Wasn’t last time’s lesson enough for you?”
I frowned: “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Strip Chloe naked, write tally marks all over her, and dump her downtown.”
Each word dropped like ice.
My bodyguards instantly panicked:
“Dylan Cross, don’t you dare cross the line!”
“Writing tally marks? Are you fucking kidding me? Stop using these sick-ass methods!”
“Sick?”
Dylan looked at the bodyguards being restrained by his men:
“YOU did this disgusting shit to Miss Rivers, and you’re calling ME sick?”
His expression went cold:
“Strip these pieces of shit too. Carve marks on their dicks!”
‘RIP!”
The sound of tearing clothes filled the air, along with endless cursing,
I was pinned to the ground, glaring at Dylan:
“Dylan Cross! You’re gonna pay for this!”
Dylan just pulled Scarlett behind him, looking down at me with cold indifference.
“Strip her completely. Leave nothing.”
“STOP!” My scream echoed through the hallway.
But other voices rang out too.
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His Side Chick Made Him Dump Me… 100 Times! Now Watch Him Begi
