Waking up by the blinding sunlight, Claire opened her eyes with a splitting headache.
What she saw was an unfamiliar room, and then her eyes looked down and saw clothes scattered all over the floor.
Widening her eyes sharply, she used one hand to support her back, trying her best to recall what happened last night.
She had been knocked unconscious. She really had no memory of what happened last night.
At this moment, there was not a single strand of cloth on her body. The faint burning sensation of pain on her body stimulated her nerves.
Even the dullest person should know what had happened.
Claire endured the pain of her body and pulled the quilt tightly around herself.
There was a lingering smell of lust in the air...
Because she overheard her stepmother scolding her mother for being a mistress, she was so furious. She let her stepbrother, who made fun of her, fell down from the balcony.
Subsequently, she was knocked unconscious by her stepmother and stepsister.
As soon as she woke up, she was in this hotel.
Claire pushed herself off the bed in anger and quickly picked up her clothes. Suddenly, a watch fell off...
On the back of the chair beside her, there was a man's suit jacket…
Claire angrily threw the watch against the wall. He had taken away her innocence, so did he just use a watch to get rid of her?
Go to hell!
She walked to the bathroom, and her bruised face reflected in the mirror.
Her two eyes were black to the point that they turned purple, and her eyes were swollen. A pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes now became narrowed eyes.
Claire looked at her bruised face and thought back to the scene of her stepmother and stepsister violently beating her up yesterday. She was a little scared and resentful.
Which bastard was so uncritical that he could have sexual desire facing her face? He was simply a beast.
Claire ruthlessly scrubbed herself multiple times, just like she was going to wash off a layer of skin. Only then did she leave the hotel on two slender legs.
Ten minutes later, the other room door of the hotel opened, and a charming young girl walked out.
The girl looked proud and complacent as she quickly walked to Claire's room. She took out a room card from her bag and opened the door.
Looking at the messy bed, she laughed maliciously.
Following that, she forcefully lifted the quilt, and the white sheet was speckled with blood. She gritted her teeth and said, "She was indeed a virgin. So, she and Bryant have been together for two years, and nothing really happened. Great, if Bryant knows that she is not a virgin anymore, he will definitely break up with Claire."
Alice was going to take photographs, as proof for her mom to see.
There was a sudden knock on the door.
Alice was shocked. She walked to the door with a guilty conscience, opened the peephole, and peeked outside.
"Who is out there? For what?" Alice asked with great momentum.
"I am here on behalf of my Young Master to thank you for saving his life." The man outside said respectfully.
Alice was startled. After hearing the word "thank you," she immediately extended her hand to open the door.
The man outside the door gestured to the two bodyguards in black behind him, and the two men immediately rushed in.
"Hey, what are you guys doing…" Alice was so scared that her face turned pale.
"Don't worry, Miss. We are only confirming that my Young Master did indeed spend the night in this room." The man still maintained his polite attitude.
"Your Young Master?" Alice's eyes widened a little.
At this time, two bodyguards walked out quickly. One of them was holding a suit jacket, while the other man was holding onto a watch.
The young man took the jacket and the watch and looked them over, then he respectfully gave Alice a name card, "This is my Young Master's name card. Congratulations, my Young Master will help you fulfill any of your wishes."
"Who is your Young Master?" Alice hesitated, but still reached out to take the card.
"Dempsey Wilson!" The man enunciated the name clearly.
Alice was stunned!