Fury
To prevent anything bad from happening, Roland rushed back to monitor the situation.
Meanwhile, Carla waited in the private room, hoping that the fluke would succeed.
Although it was late, it was extremely lively in Stifling Night.
Carla counted down, waiting for Roland's message.
Finally, at four in the morning, he sent a message: Okay!
Carla immediately returned to the original room. Roland, who was waiting at the window, signaled upon spotting her.
The girl climbed out of the room. With her hand on her waist, she complained, "He's too strong… We did it five times! He's so exhausted that he's fast asleep now."
"Shh… Go now!" urged Roland softly.
The girl snuck away hurriedly.
Carla flipped into the room through the window and gestured for Roland to leave quickly.
Although he was still worried, he did not want to hinder her plans. Hence, he closed the windows and left.
The private room was pitch-dark, while it was still very lively outside.
Boris was lying on the sofa on his side and snoring softly. He was obviously in a deep sleep.
His clothes were strewn all across the floor, and there was a pile of rubbish at the side. A strange smell filled the room, revealing how passionate the night had been.
The two bodyguards had been standing guard at the door for the entire night. Yawning tiredly, they complained, "It's already quiet inside. They should be done already, right? Why don't we take turns to sleep?"
Carla pulled open her collars and messed up her hair. After preparing herself, she pretended to barge out of the private room agitatedly.
"Um…" The two bodyguards were shocked. Briefly stunned, they quickly stopped her. "Mr. Giblo isn't awake yet, so you can't leave."
"Get lost!" Carla tried to shove them away furiously.
"I'm sorry." The bodyguards still blocked Carla's way, refusing to let her leave.
While Carla was struggling against them, Boris was woken up in the room. In a daze, he could hear a commotion happening outside and tried to wake himself up.
At that moment, Freda and Ilali had just arrived. When they saw the two bodyguards blocking Carla's way, they were furious. Rushing over, they started fighting with the bodyguards.
Carla was stunned. Why are there here?
"Are you all right, Ms. Lierger?"
When Freda and Ilali noticed Carla's disheveled clothes and messy hair, they were shocked.
"I…" Carla was about to speak when someone yelled from within the room, "Stop!"
The two bodyguards immediately froze. Taking the opportunity, Ilali and Jewel punched them again, sending them toppling onto the ground.
"How embarrassing!"
Boris did not hit Ilali or Jewel. Instead, he scolded his bodyguards, thinking that it was too embarrassing for them to be defeated by women.
The bodyguards scrambled to their feet. Although they felt indignant, they did not dare to say a word.
"Ms. Lierger…"
Freda saw that Boris was shirtless and only had a pair of pants on. When she noticed the mess in the room, her expression changed drastically, and a sense of foreboding rose within her.
"Why did you wake up so early, Baby?"
As Boris reminisced the passionate night earlier, his gaze turned lustful again. He stretched his hand out to caress Carla's face.
She dodged him in disgust while shooting him a resentful glare.
"Don't look at me like that!" Boris gazed at her gently. "Things are irreversible now. Just accept your fate!"
"What did you say?" Freda widened her eyes in surprise as she stared at Boris in disbelief. "You…"
"You jerk!"
A furious yell sounded. Before anyone could react, Brandy charged over and punched Boris forcefully.
The latter staggered backward as blood started to drip from his nose.
"Mr. Giblo…" The other bodyguards quickly pulled Brandy back. "What are you doing, Brandy? Are you crazy? How dare you hit Mr. Giblo?"
"You b_stard! Take him down for me!" bellowed Boris through clenched jaws.
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