"Either let these three men serve you one by one, or follow what I said before; your choice!" The man's voice was icy and determined, like a demon from hell, standing condescendingly in front of Violet Zimmerman.
Looking at the unfamiliar Daxton Lancaster, Violet was so shocked she forgot to react.
His eyes were cold and merciless, his face stern and devoid of warmth. It took Violet a long time to find her voice again.
Lying on the single bed, she looked up at Daxton, trembling lips murmuring, "I am your wife,"
Those few powerless words were her despair.
The woman's eyes were red, her body trembled, like a delicate flower under a raging storm, pitifully weak.
Daxton's eyebrows furrowed slightly, suppressing the stir in his heart, and he decisively turned away.
The man's figure with his hands behind his back exuded resoluteness, leaving Violet in despair with those three heartless words.
"Begin."
The lecherous man was the first to come over, a crooked smile curving his lips.
