“Just satisfy us and we’ll give you our votes. We’ll make you the winner of the first show,” O’Brien said, inching closer to kiss Ashlyn’s cheek.
Ashlyn’s eyes darkened in a slight glint. Just as O’Brien’s lips were about to touch her cheek, she grabbed the mini fish tank on the windowsill and smashed it on the man’s head.
Crash!
O’Brien was struck dizzy.
Doused by the fish water in the tank, several small fishes got into his collar and slithered around inside his clothes.
“Argh!” O’Brien let out a scream. He let go of Ashlyn and started unbuttoning his clothes.
“You b*tch!” Reedman yanked Ashlyn’s long black hair and dragged her to the ground, fixing her with a ferocious glare. “How dare you hit my brother?!”
Ashlyn could only feel a ripping pain in her scalp until Reedman kicked her to the ground.
“Oh, stop pretending,” he said, his eyes sweeping over her curvaceous body salaciously. “I’ve slept with many models and celebrities in this industry. Who do you think you are? Even the award-winning actresses couldn’t resist me and they all ended up as our toy.”
“It’s your honor to be seen and toyed with by the two of us. How about we make you the big new shot, the new queen of the fashion industry after this?”
O’Brien came over and gave her another boot in the stomach. “If you don’t know any better, don’t blame us for getting rough with you!”
Ashlyn broke out in a cold sweat from the pain. The continuous, heavy blows to her belly were almost too much for her to bear.
At this moment, her beautiful face under the mask was tragically pale.
She struggled to get up from the ground, but the two men, like hungry wolves, didn’t give her any chance.
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