Chapter 220
“Huh?” Phineas covered his cheek with a hand, dumbfounded.
Meanwhile, inside a room in Estelle Hotel, Dahlia was lying strewn across the bed, nearly unconscious, her head heavy and her body weak.
Matt stood next to her, grinning wickedly as he admired her voluptuous figure.
“Dahlia, I have to admit. You sure are a beauty.” He tsked.
“Your looks and figure are perfect. I’ve fucked countless women, but none were as charming as you. Naturally, I’m the perfect man for you. How dare Dustin Rhys try to claim you as his! But don’t worry, you’ll be mine after
tonight.”
Sneering, Matt began to unbutton his shirt before remembering something. He pulled out his phone and
panned the camera toward Dahlia.
“I nearly forgot to record our wonderful night. I promised Dustin that I’d send him a video of us making love. Men don’t break promises.” Matt grinned excitedly.
“You despicable, shameless bastard! I’ll throw you to jail if you touch me!” Dahlia seethed feebly.
“If you don’t mind others seeing the video, go ahead. I don’t mind. So what if I have to go in for a few years? At least I get to fuck you. Still, there’s no need for us to take things that far. You’ll just have to marry me after
tonight. That way, you’ll be able to protect your reputation while having the honor of being fucked by me. Isn’t that a great deal?” Matt sniggered confidently.
“In your dreams, fucker! I’d rather die than marry a hypocritical asshole like you!” Dahlia tried to get up several
better than me? Why do you keep thinking of him?”
“He’s a fucking nobody. If someone hadn’t supported him, do you think he would have made it to where he is.
today? That dickhead ruined my plans so many times. I swear I’m going to kill him one day!” Matt snarled.
“I’ll kill you if you touch a hair on his head!” Dahlla swore, her expression ferocious.
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