Chelsea had never expected that a man could be as shameless as Morrel.

To gain Mr. Laird's favor, he disregarded his reputation. Even the procuress of a brothel was better than this spineless man.

"Mr. Laird, it was an accident last time. See? I've brought her here to apologize. About the contract…"

Dane glanced at Chelsea and lost himself instantly.

In the past, her innocent face made him itch. Now her black dress set off her curvy figure and added charm to her innocence.

He swallowed uncontrollably. Morrel saw it and somehow felt jealous. On second thought, he knew that he would get the contract as long as the man still wanted Chelsea.

Dane withdrew his lewd gaze and stated sanctimoniously, "Mr. Jenkins, since you're so sincere about our partnership, I'll give it a second thought."

Morrel was overjoyed, "Mr. Laird, thank you so much."

He thanked the man profusely, dropped his mouth to Chelsea's ear, and whispered a warning, "If you can't get the contract from Laird Group, prepare to collect your daughter's dead body!"

Chelsea's heart sank to the bottom. She was in despair.

She found it hard to accept the hard reality. She had been so devoted to him.

What was sadder was that she didn't even have the time to feel sad. Dane couldn't wait to drag her to a clear place.

The man acted indecently. His turbid eyes were glittering with a lustful light, "Little beauty, didn't you run away last time? In the end, you came back to me. Wonderful, your face is so tender."

Following that, his groping hand went for her. When he grinned, his teeth stained by cigarettes were revealed, "I've brought over the stuff from the other night. It's gonna be fun."

A cold sweat broke out on her back, and she hurriedly dodged, "Mr. Laird, chill and talk normally…"

"I can talk normally but will not sign the contract." Dane approached her, "Come on, let's have some fun."

Even though she got prepared, the desperation and fear in her heart still urged her to run, "Mr. Laird, we're at Frederick's house. If people see this, gossip might arise!"

"Don't worry, it's more exciting when people are watching." Dane hugged her. Under the light, his filthy face looked hideous and abominable, "Little beauty, be horny in a moment. I like sluts."

Then he abruptly tore at her clothes.

Chelsea screamed in fear.

But that only fueled his lust. After all, a beautiful dead fish was not interesting at all.

In her desperation, Chelsea scratched his face.

Dane cried in pain, wiped it with his hand, and saw blood. Exacerbated, he slapped her, "Bitch, stop pretending! You were horny on my bed five years ago! Come here!"

Chelsea froze, her eyes full of confusion. What was he talking about? When was she on his bed?

She had been married for five years but had sex just once on the wedding night. Before she could think more about it, Dane dragged her back.

His fat body bore down on her.

Chelsea felt devastated. Looked like she couldn't avoid the disaster tonight. If she was tarnished here, would Morrel keep his promise of saving her daughter?

She closed her eyes in fear and trembled uncontrollably. Then the weight on her body was gone, and Dane's painful scream reached her ears.

He stamped with fury, snarling, "Who is so bold to spoil my fun!"

"Days apart, Mr. Laird is more insolent." The cold voice of a man came over.

Dane intended to shout abuse but suddenly felt something strange. The voice was so familiar to the ear!