Catherine Jones and Shaun Hill novel Chapter 328

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 328
Shaun, who was seated opposite Catherine, subconsciously narrowed his eyes. He nearly crushed the wine glass in his hand as a result of him clenching too hard.

Damn. He initially intended to just teach her a lesson and frighten her. When he caught sight of President Warner touching her though, he somehow felt like chopping his hands off.

However, now was not the time for Shaun to fly into a fury. Having been pampering Catherine too much, he planned to give her a lesson. He was not going to save her until she got into a desperate situation so that she would learn her lesson and submit to him.

“Glad that you like it,” Shaun replied nonchalantly. “Have a toast with President Warner.”

In her despair, she could not sense the rage nor grimness in his eyes.

By the look of things, she would not be able to escape the situation tonight.

“President Warner, let me propose a toast to you…”

“There’s no point doing this. You’d better finish this whole bottle right away,” President Warner said with a hearty laugh.

Catherine reluctantly finished the whole bottle. In fact, she had a high alcohol tolerance. However, she soon became dizzy, probably because she had something on her mind that night.

She thought that the dinner would last long. Surprisingly, Shaun rose to his feet and put on his suit when it was just 8:00 p.m. He curled his thin, cool lips. “I hope you have fun tonight, President Warner.”

With that, he left without looking back.

Catherine watched his back vanish from sight at the elevator. He did not even once turn his head around.

At that moment, she finally understood the feeling of heartbreak and how it felt to be in an abyss.

Even the slightest affection she had for him had now disappeared into thin air.

“Let’s go and have a one-night stand.” President Warner hugged Catherine who resembled a puppet without a soul.

She was not sure how she got upstairs either. When she entered the room, she gazed at President Warner’s fat, eager face. She forced herself to accept him, but she was filled with disgust. “Hold on, President Warner. Let me take a shower first.”

“You smell so good. There’s no need to shower,” President Warner answered with a chuckle.

“I want to make myself cleaner and offer you a wonderful night, President Warner,” Catherine said unwillingly.