My Toy Boy Is A Billionaire

Isabella was on the verge of getting gang r***d! Ten minutes ago, she had been punched in the face, had fallen to the ground, and had been thrown into a dark alley. "f*****g b***h! How dare you run away from us! I think you need a good f*****g. If you can't come up with the money, pay us the interest with your body." Hearing their evil laughter, Isabella looked at them horrifiedly and pleaded, "Mr. Miller, please give me some more time. I promise I'll pay you back in a week, interests included..." "Enough! We don't believe you." the man surnamed Miller snorted and kicked her in the abdomen. Isabella curled up on the ground, sweating profusely from the pain. Miller didn't care about her life or death, unbuckling his belt and saying to the man next to him, "Where do you want to f**k her first, top or bottom?" The man touched his chin with a lustful look, stared at Isabella's mouth and said, "Look at her sexy lips. I think it would be great if she gave me a blowjob." As soon as he finished speaking, Isabella shook her head in fear, "No, you can't do this to me." After that, she hurriedly looked at Miller and begged anxiously, "Sir, I will pay the money back. Please... Please let me go... Help!" Miller and his men couldn't wait for Isabella to finish. They began to tear her clothes and touch her up and down. In panic, Isabella hugged herself tightly and ran around aimlessly in the dark alley in a futile attempt to flee. The more terrified she looked, the more she aroused the interest of the men. They stared at her with lustful eyes, took out the thing in their crotch and surrounded her from front and back, and finally blocked her into the only corner. "Girl, why don't you continue running away? Keep running!" Two men approached her with lewd smiles. "Please, don't come over, don't come over..." At this time, Isabella's clothes were torn and she had nowhere to retreat to. She stared at the two menacing figures in front of her, tears running uncontrollably down her cheeks. "If we don't come over, how can we make you feel good at the same time? Come on, baby, don't run away..." With that, they pounced on Isabella. People in desperation can sometimes possess unimaginable strength. Just when the two people almost fell on her, Isabella quickly grabbed a steel pipe next to her and stabbed them angrily. "f**k—" Accompanied by a smell of blood, a man's scream rang out in the dark night. Seizing the opportunity, Isabella forgot about anything else and ran straight out of the alley towards the only source of light. Although she had almost experienced a near-death experience, Isabella had no time to process it, because she had to rush to work at the bar. She thought that in order to avoid similar situations, she would have to prepare something to protect herself in the future. Five years ago, the wealthiest family in Los Angeles, the Smiths, went bankrupt overnight. Isabella went from a pampered princess to a pauper in a heartbeat. Her father, unable to bear the pressure, jumped from the top floor of their company building, leaving Isabella with a mountain of debt. Over the past few years, she had been suffocating under the weight of that debt. She had to juggle multiple jobs, but the salaries were still not enough. And Miller was only one of her creditors. She came to the bar, quickly changed into her work outfit, and started her shift. "Isabella." Just as she got out from a private room, her manager, Kelly, hurriedly walk in front of her. "Go and serve the guests in Room 301," she ordered while placing a tray in her hands. "But my customers are waiting for their drinks..." Isabella explained. Kelly said hastily, "I'll bring them the drinks myself. The guests in 301 are from New York, Wall Street legends. They specifically asked for you." Wall Street legends? So they must have been top-tier big shots! "Mr. Andres also said that you wouldn't refuse it after I told you he had also graduated from Stanford." seeing Isabella's hesitation, Kelly added. "Stanford?" Isabella was shocked to hear the name of her alma mater. It had been five years since she had left university. So, the guest in the private room must have known her? By the time Isabella regained her composure, Kelly had already left. With the tray in hand, Isabella walked confidently down the long corridor towards Room 301. Since they requested her service, she would find out what these men were up to. Perhaps, they would try to humiliate her like most people would, or perhaps, they would attempt to assault her like Mr. Miller did. If that were the case, she would cut of their manhood, for the anger of being almost gang r***d was still boiling inside her. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door with a professional smile before entering. The guests in 301 were different from those in other rooms. There was no deafening music, nor were there men and women engaging in unspeakable activities. They were just sitting together, quietly chatting and drinking, which made Isabelle momentarily stunned. 'Ah, I forgot. These are mildly-mannered people,' Isabella mocked herself inwardly. 'After dealing repeatedly with sleazy creditors like Miller, I have started to automatically assume all guys to be scumbags.' Since these are highly-educated people, as long as she served them well, she might receive a hefty tip. That way, she could soon pay off her debt to Miller and get rid of him for good. "Gentlemen, I wish you a pleasant evening!" Thinking that, she ignited her spirits, speaking in a sweet voice. Stepping forward, she placed the ordered drinks on the coffee table, opened them and poured drinks for the guests. One of the men raised his glass, addressing a man sitting in the corner of the sofa, "Mr. Andres, welcome. We look forward to our future cooperation." With his gesture, Isabella also picked up a glass, ready to serve the man. In the dim light, the man wore a custom-tailored suit, legs crossed, his profile partially obscured by shadows. "So do I," he said, leaning forward slightly. Hearing that familiar voice after five long years, Isabella froze on the spot as if being thrown into an icy abyss. She didn't know whether to feel happy or sad. Or perhaps, she should just run away. She abruptly looked up, staring intently at the man in the corner. At that moment, he also looked up, meeting her gaze under the colorful lights. Those eyes, meant to be on his business partners, were locked on her, unwavering. "Andres..." Stanford! Andres! A legend of Wall Street! Isabella should have realized it. When Kelly gave her those details, she should have known it was him. Only he would, upon learning her misfortune, request her service to embarrass her . Because he left with hatred when they parted ways back then. "An... Andrew?" Isabella recognized him. Staring at his chiseled features and handsome face, Isabella whispered in disbelief. She had never imagined that their reunion would be in such a place. Old flame? No way! To be precise, Andrew wasn't her old flame but more like... an ex-boyfriend she had once kept while at Stanford. Seeing Isabella's conflicted expression, Andrew leaned forward slightly. Then, a disdainful snort escaped his throat. "Well, well, Isabella! Long time no see."