YOKED TO A BILLIONAIRE BY VENNEH LISAH

CHAPTER EIGHT

YOKED TO A BILLIONAIRE BY VENNEH LISAH

"I think you should give up. Mr. Roman is completely out of your league. He will never fall for a trash toy like you," Isaac sneered.

"You're crazy!" Violla wasn't interested in dealing with a scumbag like him. "Get out!" she yelled.

"You're just a trash toy that Franklin got tired of playing with. Stop acting so noble!" Isaac spat.

Isaac unbuttoned his shirt and stared at her with a perverted gaze as he approached her.

"Shagging Mr. Roman is impossible, so why don't you come to me, hmm? I'm now a member of Roman's Corporation's upper management with an annual salary of one million. It's your honor to be favored by me," Isaac boasted.

"You disgust me," Violla sneered, glaring at him with resentment. "I'm going to shout if you come any closer."

"Go ahead!" Isaac chuckled evilly.

"Don't you know that it's already past working hours now? Everyone on level 13 is long gone, and we are the only two left. If I want to take you right here and now, there's nothing you can do to stop me!" he squealed. With that, he took off his shirt and pounced on Violla.

"Get away from me!" Violla screamed and put her hands in front of her to fend off Isaac, but he still managed to pin her down on the sink and was about to rip the bathrobe off her body when suddenly, the sound of a cell phone ringing came from her pocket.

Immediately, the door to the locker room was kicked open with a bang. The next moment, Isaac was kicked away, hitting the wall before sliding down to the ground. "Ahh…" He clutched his stomach and shrieked in pain.

Before Violla could react, her chin was forcefully grabbed and lifted upward. A brooding and arrogant face came into view, shocking her to the core. "M-Mr. Roman..." she stuttered.

"Messing around with a man at work? Do you want to be fired?" Davon snarled, staring at her with a penetrating gaze.

"N-No..." She stuttered before quickly explaining, "I only came here to dry my clothes. Mr. Isaac was the one who barged in and even tried to sexually assault me... You can check the surveillance cameras outside if you don't believe me."

"No, that's not what happened, Mr. Roman. She's the one who seduced me..." Isaac clambered to his feet and frantically explained. "Mr. Roman, you might not be aware of this, but Violla has always been a frivolous slut. Four years ago, her fiancé broke off their engagement, so she messed around with an escort, causing her father to commit suicide by jumping off a building. This incident is widely known..." Isaac was kicked to the ground by Davon again before he could finish his sentence, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Davon rubbed the sole of his shoe on the carpet, as if kicking Isaac had dirtied his shoe.

"Please let me explain, Mr. Roman..." Isaac clutched his chest and rasped out, "Violla and I have known each other for five years, and she's been seducing me..."

"If he says one more word, end him!" Davon ordered with a murderous look on his face. "Yes, sir!" Cruze hauled Isaac up and pinned him against the wall with a hand around his neck.

As Cruze choked the life out of Isaac, his eyes widened with terror, and his entire body trembled. Violla was stunned as well. She didn't expect Davon to be so ruthless or to actually believe her.

Just then, Davon stalked toward her and engulfed her petite body with his towering self. It was like a lion trapping its prey beneath its claws. Violla's eyes widened in astonishment, and her heart pounded in her chest. She did not dare to move a muscle.

Bit by bit, he inched closer. Davon wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her to him. His Adam apple bobbed,as he stared at her. Just as his lips were about to graze her forehead, she instinctively closed her eyes, her body quivering with anxiety. However, he did not kiss her forehead. Instead, he took something out from the pocket of the bathrobe she was wearing.

She opened her eyes, and when she saw a customized cell phone in his hand, she was utterly stupefied, knowing he was looking for his phone!

It turned out that he had put his phone in the pocket of this bathrobe, which she had taken down with her after putting it on. The ringtone from just then had also come from his phone. He smirked letting her go .

"Demote him to be a guard at the parking lot!" Davon ordered. "Yes, sir!" Cruze responded. Davon turned and left without saying another word.

Cruze patted Isaac's face. "You should be grateful that Mr. Roman is a kind and generous person. Getting an annual salary of a million by being a guard? You won't be able to find such an opportunity anywhere else!"

"Yes, yes, yes. Thank you, Mr. Roman. Thank you, Cruze. Thank you so much," he appreciated.

Isaac's mouth was bleeding profusely, but he still forced a smile onto his face and nodded incessantly. Disgust washed over Violla as she looked at Isaac. At the same time, she sighed inwardly. The punishment was absolutely ingenious!

"From this moment on, Isaac would never be able to hold his head high! That was the way of the Devil!" Violla silently noted to stay as far away as possible from the dangerous Devil.

Now, as she pondered upon it, she felt that her escort In Debt was still the best. He was obedient and good-natured, and had even earned her over one million in just two nights. With that thought in mind, Violla quickly dried her clothes and headed to the bank.

Considering time was of the essence, she ran all the way there and arrived before the end of the workday, rushing in to cash the check for money. To her dismay, the bank clerk informed her that the check had been stopped early that morning!

Violla was flummoxed. "Those three rich women bought escort In Debt from me for one million, but once they had him, they canceled the check? Are rich women nowadays so unprincipled?" she wondered.

Violla immediately called her escort In Debt, but he didn't answer even after she called three times in a row. Thrown into a frenzy, she sent him a text: "Call me back ASAP. It's urgent!"

There was no reply.

Violla held her phone as she pondered every possibility. "Could something have happened last night? Could it be that escort In Debt couldn't tolerate their wild preferences and escaped at the last minute? So the women became furious and canceled the check? That seems possible! Yeah, that must be it!" she thought.

Coming to that conclusion, Violla immediately hailed a cab and headed straight for Empire Night. On the way there, she started sneezing violently, with snot running down her nostrils. It was evident that she had caught a cold while cleaning the pool that afternoon.

However, that was the least of her worries now. All she cared about was finding that escort as soon as she arrived at Empire Night. Unfortunately, since it was still early, the establishment was not open for business, and outsiders were prohibited from entering.

Undeterred, Violla discreetly slipped in through the back door and made her way to the same private room. To her surprise, the room was empty. The couch, coffee table, wine cabinets, and even the carpet were all gone.

Several waiters were meticulously cleaning the place, while the manager was taking measurements and discussing plans for newly customized furniture.

Violla approached a waitress and asked in a hushed tone, "What happened here? Everything was fine yesterday."

"I'm not entirely sure either. The manager instructed me to clean up, so I'm just following orders," the waitress replied impatiently. She then added, "How did you get in? Leave now..."

"I'm just a curious passerby. I won't interfere with your work, I promise," Viola said. She then took out three hundred in cash and stuffed it into her hand.

The waitress immediately took the money and put it in her pocket. Then, she checked their surroundings before cupping her mouth to whisper into Viola's ear, "When I came in today, there was a lot of blood on the carpet. I think someone died here. Stuff like this, I'm sure you know what I mean..."

"What?" Viola gasped.

Her eyes had widened, and her body stiffened completely. The words 'someone died here' played back in her mind.

She recalled what the escort, In Debt, had said to her yesterday. "Fifty-eight years old and two hundred and eighty pounds. I'm too young to die in bed!"

He had rejected a two-hundred-and-eighty-pound wealthy woman who wanted to book him for the whole night. And last night, there were three of them. He couldn't have possibly vomited blood and died from overexertion, right?

If a life was really lost here, it's entirely possible that the women canceled their check to dissociate themselves from this incident...

Viola's heart clenched hard in her chest. She silently blamed herself for being greedy, which ultimately cost the escort his life.

Besides, he was also the father of her children.

A scene appeared in her mind, fast-forwarded to a decade in the future, where her children would pester her about their father's identity.

With tears of remorse in her eyes, she would say... "Your father was an escort. I sold him to three wealthy women who collectively weighed about seven hundred pounds for one million dollars. After that, he disappeared, and I have no idea if he's alive or dead!"

Violla shuddered at that thought and hastily sent a text message to the escort In Debt: "My dearest escort, are you still alive? I'm sorry. I was too greedy. I was wrong, and I shouldn't have sold you to those three women. I'm so sorry. I regret it now. Please forgive me."

She sent over ten consecutive texts to him, only to receive no response. Violla then called him several times, but still, no one answered. She stayed there from evening until late into the night, dragging her frail and trembling body all around the place, searching for any sign of her escort In Debt.

To intensify her misery, all the staff at Empire Night were wearing various sexy masks. However, most of their masks were exaggerated and completely different from the mysterious and cool mask worn by escort In Debt, so she could still easily distinguish them.

After completing a round of searching, there was still no sign of escort In Debt.

Violla's cold was worsening. Her nose was running from excessive sneezing, and she felt weak and dizzy too. The poor ventilation there made it even more unbearable for her. She was about to leave, but while squeezing through the crowd, she inadvertently spotted a man wearing a black half-mask sitting at one of the booths. His figure, clothes, and mask were all similar.

She rushed over to grab him. "There you are! I was looking for you everywhere," she chimed.

The man looked at her in confusion and was about to speak, but the woman beside him, whose face had obviously undergone plastic surgery, shouted angrily before he could, "What are you doing? This is the escort I booked!"

"He's mine!" Violla pulled the escort towards her. "You don't need to work today. Follow me!" she said, just about to pull him along.

"You stop right there!" a lady jumped up from the sofa and grabbed the escort's other arm. "I've already booked you for two hours. You dare leave?"

"I am not trying to leave. It's this pretty lady who's…" the escort tried to explain. Violla was stunned when she heard his slightly accented high-pitched voice. She instantly knew it wasn't him!

"I... I... I think I got the wrong person..." she started.

"B*tch! How dare you touch what belongs to me? Blind fool! I'll beat you to death!" the lady roared. Before Violla could explain, the lady hurtled over and pushed her onto the couch. Violla flailed her hands in front of her as she fought her off.

They were initially fairly matched, but three of the woman's friends rushed over to help her. Soon, a full-blown catfight broke out. Violla shielded her head with both hands, curling up like a tortoise. Even so, she still suffered a good beating, and a lot of her hair had been ripped off too.

Standing by the side, the escort yelled anxiously, "Stop fighting! Stop! Don't fight over me!" He whimpered slightly at the sight of the women.

"Strip this woman naked and let's see just how audacious she is to have the nerve to steal my man..." The women let out a war cry and started tearing at Violla's clothes. One of them even held her throat, preparing to deliver a tight slap.

Instinctively, Violla squeezed her eyes shut, but the slap never came, and the women who were pulling at her clothes disappeared. A few shrieks pierced the air.

Violla slowly opened her eyes and saw that the escort she had mistaken for hers had been sent flying through the air, crashing into the women. Sprawled out on the floor, a few of them looked miserable. Violla raised her head and, from her supine position on the couch, saw another escort who resembled In Debt.

He wore a mysterious half-mask, his slender figure appearing cold and indifferent under the lights. Even in the dimly-lit space, his eyes still radiated charm and allure. He extended a hand toward her, freezing her in place.

Before she knew it, his strong arm pulled her up and into his embrace. With Violla's cheek pressed against his powerful chest, the sound of his steady heartbeat filled her ears. She raised her head, and the shock on her face was reflected in his deep eyes.

"How could you mistake someone else as your escort In debt? Where is your brain?" Davon said, lightly knocking Violla's head and giving her an accusatory look.

"You're finally here. Are you okay?" Violla's shocked gaze shifted from his face to his body and settled on his masculinity. "Are you really okay?"

Davon grasped her chin, lifting her face to his. "Would you like to find out?" he rasped before planting a kiss on her cheek. Violla's face flushed red.