President, stop torturing her, your wife is about to run away

"No, don't go back to the Anthony family!" As he watched, the black, silver-topped Maybach drove through the gates of the old mansion in the pouring rain. Erin panicked, trembling in the spacious car's backseat as she tried to climb into the man's hands from behind. Trying to get the car to stop, and even more so the man behind him. But Charlotte wouldn't even listen to her. The man's large, bony hands ruffled the black hair sticking to the nape of her neck. The smile on his lips was incredible to the extreme, ironing in her ear, "Is it bad to let my brother and the Anthony family see it? How exciting?" That relentlessly sarcastic voice tumbled and plucked into Erin's heart like the harsh, icy wind and rain outside the car window. Not seen for six years. Erin never imagined that when reunited again, Shiloh would turn into a demon and drag her into hell. It's raining heavily in Nguyen City tonight, and a brisk wind engulfs the night. As one of the secretaries in the Anthony Group's presidential office, Erin cooperates in attending the reception dinner for the new airborne president. But she could never have imagined that the sensational and mysterious new Anthony family power holder would be the one who was once the family's most unpopular person—the eldest young master, Shiloh Anthony! At one time, he was a taboo, a disgrace to the Anthony family, not to be mentioned by anyone. But times are different now. Charlotte stood at the pinnacle of power, and everyone honoured him by calling him president. Since leaving the Anthony family, the investment bank he founded, Merchant House, has become a myth on Wall Street. At 30, he is already among the world's most influential financial figures, appearing on the cover of Banker Magazine. Those in the Anthony family's unfortunate past added a fascinating mystery; I do not know how many people are really into him. At tonight's dinner party, Charlotte was surrounded by people in a large group, accompanied by the second-in-command of Ruan City, with business leaders from all walks of life and surrounded by the top-ranking and most beautiful celebrities and actresses. The limelight enveloped his proudly proportioned broad-shouldered legs, and his black tailless suit, which possessed unrivalled texture and lustre, was slung casually over his shoulders. The posture was languid, handsome, and upright, and the sharp, sunken black ink eyes were deep and mysterious—so mysterious that no one dared take at them. Two worlds separate people you haven't seen in years. But Erin still felt like he was a wolf with an eye on her, and all night long, he made her uneasy and panicked inside. Before dinner, she took her leave and left the sailboat harbour But it was a bad location for a cab, and she was soaking wet from her black halter satin evening gown. Her makeup was smudged, her hair was dishevelled, and the storm was outlining her thin, sexy body in a way that made her even more destructive. But still, his car stopped the way; the vehicle could not see the outline of the man's face; a pair of big hands full of power, rough and brutal, dragged her into the car. "Run for what? Afraid of me?" The thick voice was hoarse and cold as frost. It pierced her heart like a sword. "What are you doing? Let go of me!" Irene's heart was in turmoil. Her body's sweaty hair stood up, her smoky eyes and white teeth, and her voice, which was already a scourge to people, was even more hoarse and delicate because of her panic and fear. She brought on a pitiful and fragile crying tone: "President Charlotte, I'm going to be engaged to Gaelen soon! I am now your future sister-in-law!" He can't! With her palms woefully braced against his chest, Erin's heart was a desperate aggravation, and she tried to get off his lap, only to be swept back up by his large hand. "Want to get engaged, with my permission?" Charlotte's dark eyes were bottomless, pursing her lips in question! He laughed coldly, not giving her a chance to resist at all, and with a sullen face, he pulled down the tie on his chest with one hand and wrapped it around her sexy wrist. The next second, it was brutally pressed against the bulletproof car window. The overwhelming masculine aura wrapped around her so forcefully that she couldn't retreat and had nothing to hide from! Shiloh had been in the military for ten years and had been the Air Force unit's most legendary and decorated special operations pilot before he retired. He was taller than he had been six years ago, his broad shoulders more erect. Irene was fragile, soft, and unbearable in his hands, and he did not expect Shiloh to be in the car. She was no match for him, and those eyes held tears, like sobs, "It hurts ...... Shiloh, I hurt ......" She cringed in pain, her whole body sprawled in a sorry state on her knees on the seat, her plump, aroused buttocks puckered high, her bacbackward-facingneeling upper legs parted to a suitable angle, the firm, the straight thing under the man firmly and accurately inserted. Her hair was dishevelled and tangled in a sticky mess around her neck. She didn't want to make a sound of pain, but she had a melodious voice, even if it was a sob; it was so delicate that it was tingling. But the man behind him didn't half-move! Charlotte's handsome face was hidden in the darkness, towering over her, her cold and biting voice pressed down, "You can't stand this pain, Erin; you'll be played to death by me!" I didn't expect to feel the obstruction deep in a woman's lower body. Charlotte stopped halfway and stopped moving, her handsome face in the shadows locked on her with a cold snort. "What's the point of keeping this hymen if you want to be the Anthony family's youngest grandmother? If he's paralyzed, can't he use it?" That sentence was like a slow knife cutting into the skin. Erin was so aggravated that her eyes reddened, "Do I have to be humiliated like this?" "Didn't I make you wait six years ago?" Charlotte mocked and sneered, her icy thin lips pursed and pinched her neck to force her to turn back. His breath was so heavy, a cruel spray on the skin of her bare neck. How could Erin forget what happened six years ago? He was so proud that he had once only unloaded this defence to have his pride chopped off and trampled and jerked around by her and the Anthony family. It was because of her that he took the blame for almost killing his brother and was kicked out of the Anthony family. It was because of her that his dreams were destroyed, his ribs broken, and he was forced to retire at the height of his glory! He'd said he'd get everything she'd done to him back with interest! He's back, and it's time for her to die, along with everyone else in the Anthony family! How could Shiloh still want to touch her? But it was to humiliate her! There was no semblance of warmth in his eyes, unwilling to continue, letting her fall to her feet. In the next second, he directly raised his hand and tore her evening gown! Erin's perfect body, nearly naked yet still covered in key areas by a few firm pieces of cloth, added to the allure. Heartfelt and humiliated, Erin endured the pain. Wolfie pounced on him, trying to take the poor fabric out of his hands, "Give me back my clothes!" The car pulls into the old Anthony family home. It sweeps a hundred-meter avenue of sycamore shade out the window. If the Anthony family saw her with Shiloh again, her years of persistence would be for nought. But they would have been six years apart. Toda,y there is even more of a disparate aura and size difference. Charlotte let her pounce with her breath like she was teasing a kitten. His long legs were wide open, and his coarse fingertips were slowly and methodically buckling the belt buckle on his suit, which were, till high and well-dressed. With that movement, Erin jumped right into his lap. Shiloh's sullen vision was shrouded in darkness; the knots of his full throat rolled, and he slowly tensed his jaw, "What? Want to perform pornography in front of the Anthony family?" "So what do you want ......" Erin grabbed at the pathetic fabric she wore and lumbered up, embarrassed. Charlotte pursed her lips and retracted her sight. She took a document from a side organizer. She ordered her condescendingly, "Sign this document, and the clothes will be returned to you." Otherwise, I'll fulfil your wish to be an AV model now!" Seeing the marital agreement in big letters on the document, Erin was incredulous,s and her eyes instantly reddened.