Even though he would be the last person to treat her well, Vivian's footsteps eventually stopped in front of Chow.
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Wanting to stake his ownership over her in front of the other men, Chow kissed Vivian aggressively, his arms tightly wrapping around her waist as he continued pressing her against him.
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It wasn't enough. He hugged her even more tightly. He wanted her to make a fool of herself in front of everyone.
He wanted her to submit.
Now, she finally understood why Chow insisted on having her brought here.
He was reminding her of her rightful place, that she was nothing more than a plaything for him. She could never escape his clutches.
He was doing this to punish her for trying to avoid him.
Her dignity meant nothing to him.
She was nothing but a mistress. Mistresses had no dignity of their own.
Vivian let her tears roll down her face silently.
Little did she know that her submission to his dominance ignited the little fire of lust within the other men. Many of them swallowed thickly as they watched her with hungry eyes.
"Brother Chow, please stop!"
Vivian cried out and begged for him to stop as soon as he broke away from the kiss.
As soon as the words spilt out of her mouth, everyone instantly understood who she was to him.
Chow's father had died in an accident when he was out with his mistress. The scandal was very widely known amongst the rest of the elites.
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