Why are men all like this, with none of them having good intentions?
Valentine Teller felt a chill seep from the depths of her heart.
She shuddered, hugging herself tightly with her arms crossed over her chest.
She wondered if the effects of the medication had completely worn off, as the dizziness that lingered all night began to clear.
With this clarity, her heart was filled with dread.
She hurriedly retrieved her phone from her handbag, opening the most recent text message. Every word felt like a stab to her eyes, to her heart.
[If you dare to tell Mark Reed, I'll plaster your photos all over every street and alley in Rivile City.]
There was no need to ask; she knew the message was from Gao Feng.
This was the text she received after escaping from the hotel room.
Through the message, she could almost see Gao Feng's lewd grin.
Valentine couldn't help but feel scared. If the photos were plastered everywhere, how could she face anyone?
What should she do? What could she do?
