Lily's hand creeps up to the mahogany table. “What if I say no?” she asks calmly.
“Do you have any other choices?” Mr. Ellison, squeezing her neck, sneers, “Do you think I don’t know why you can be the acting president?”
“Don't be ridiculous. Even a Yale graduate is only an executive at the Smith Group. You are just a translator, and you are not even qualified to be an executive. How can you be the acting president?”
Mr. Ellison bends over her and smiles playfully. “Louis is disabled now. What fun is it for you to be with him?”
“Oh, I almost forgot that you were married to Jason before.”
“Lily, you are good. You only play with the man of the Smith family man. Tell me, which one makes you happier, Louis or Jason?”
“...”
When Lily gets the beer bottle, she knocks it hardly on Ellison’s head, and the bottle cracks.
The pieces crash down.
Ellison feels dizzy when being hit, and blood flows from his hair.
The people around him looks like dead bodies and dares not to move, including Mr. Field. Then a woman screams, and Mr. Field returns to his mind.
Seeing that Ellison pinches Lily's neck with both hands like crazy, he rushes forward and pulls Ellison out, “Shit! Are you crazy! Let go of her. If she dies, we're all over.”
“Get out of here! Mr. Ellison pushes Mr. Field away. “How dare a bitch who only knows crawling onto men's beds throw a bottle at me? She is pretty good!”
He slaps Lily in the face.
The slap happens to hit Lily right on the injured side of her cheek. Her face goes numb and then she feels the cut open and she frowns in pain.
“Who are you scolding?” Gasps Lily, pushing the sharp pieces of glass against Ellison's stomach, “Say that again if you have the guts.”
Mr. Field, who is still trying to pull Ellison away, dares not move and shivers.
Shit, when Lily first arrived, he should send her away and ignore Ellison's trick. Otherwise, there won't be the bad situation now.
Ellison looks up at his stomach, seeming that he doesn’t mind the tiny piece of glass. “Stab me?
I'll see what you’ve got.”
Then he slaps Lily in the face again.
Lily's heart hardens, holding the glass shards to Ellison's stomach.
The slap doesn't fall on her face, but Ellison snorts, and the wine bottle falls on the sofa.
“Do you want to see what I've got?”
The door of the private room is opened. Louis is sitting in his wheelchair, calmly looking at Ellison. However, he excludes a strong aura and makes people afraid.
Ellison shudders at the sound, then his stomach goes cold.
The fragments of beer Lily is holding look small, but sharp. She pokes him in the abdomen through his clothes, and the blood flows out. He quickly covers his belly.
“Cousin....” Ellison lost his arrogance and stands aside, his voice faltering.
“I don’t deserve it,” Louis replies, “You might call me Mr. Louis.”
Ellison is paled.
He learned that Louis is in a bad mood and has been resting at the villa. Why did he come here?
Louis presses the button on the wheelchair and enters the room. His eyes fall on Lily, who is in such a mess. When he sees the dark green mark around her neck, Louis looks terrible.
“Can you walk? I can help you.” Louis asks Lily.
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