The Darling of the Paranoid Tycoon by Cheryl Rice novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212 

Chapter 212 

“Clear the scene!” Delbert ordered the bodyguards, seeing that the situation was about to get out 

of control. 

He quickly went upstairs, bound to crush everything in the world that was irrelevant. 

It was the first time he had lost control like this. 

It felt like a momentary difference could make him regret it for a lifetime. 

But because Nora and Bessie had already planned, the bodyguards were unable to stop the reporters in time or the people on the first floor from watching the show. They even arrived on the 

second floor before Delbert did. 

Delbert rushed to the second floor like a madman, only to see a group of people gathering at the door of a room. But everyone had a vacant look in their eyes, and it was eerily silent. 

Delbert’s heart sank even further. With the bodyguards clearing the way, he quickly walked over. 

But then he was relieved. 

“Thank goodness! It isn’t Harriet!‘ He thought. 

He gave a cold glance at Bessie, who was sitting on the ground. His eyes glinted with murderous 

intent. 

If Harriet had been the one involved in the incident today, Bessie wouldn’t have to live anymore. 

Everyone present was stunned by the scene before them, unable to utter a word, including Clifton, 

who arrived shortly after. 

From the hotel room, unbearable sounds reached their ears, with a seductive atmosphere 

permeating the air. 

On the bed, a disheveled woman was lying on top of a man with a bloated figure. From time to time, she made shameful sounds. 

They were none other than Nora and Kurt. 

Bessie was dumbfounded. 

It should have been Harriet who fell into this trap. Why did it end up being Nora? 

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“Why?” She thought. 

Nora seemed to be drugged. Her face flushed red as she clung to Kurt, repeatedly exclaiming that she felt hot. Her body rubbed against him non–stop. 

No one could resist such a beautiful woman in their arms, but Kurt never expected that a group of reporters would break in, led by Bessie. 

Even if he was lustful, he wasn’t interested in performing in front of everyone. 

He hastily let go of Nora and used a blanket to cover himself. 

After a moment of silence, the crowd erupted into chaos, with everyone starting to gossip. 

“Isn’t Nora Vernon’s wife? Why did she suddenly approach Mr. Russell?” 

“Is Nora trying to cuckold Vernon?” 

Hearing the whispers, Clifton looked at Bessie, who was still sitting on the ground, and felt