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We arrived last at the private room.
As soon as we walked in, I felt a few vulgar gazes sweep over me without restraint.
Charlotte sat confidently in the center seat, a smug smile on her face.
Tom pulled me to sit down beside him, a flicker of displeasure on his face.
"Restrain yourselves," he snapped. "She’s your sister-in-law."
The room immediately quieted.
A guy with a perm raised his glass toward me.
"Brother Tom’s got some luck! Sister-in-law looks like she stepped out of a sculpture. A toast to you, ma’am."
I glanced at Tom. He didn’t even blink.
Charlotte grinned wider.
"What are you saying, Brother Liu? That’s a piece of art."
"Besides, sister-in-law doesn’t look like she can hold her liquor. I’ll drink on her behalf."
Someone else laughed.
"Charlotte, aren’t you being too eager? Brother Tom’s got an announcement today. Can you drink all her wine too?"
Charlotte's eyes flickered, sadness breaking through the façade. She raised her glass again and again.
When she lifted her sixth, Tom stepped in and took it from her.
He led her out.
Right in front of me.
The others watched silently, with that familiar "told you so" look on their faces.
I stood up to leave, but a man—Tin Foil Tang, they called him—blocked my way.
"Since Brother Tom doesn't want you anymore, how about considering me?" he smirked.
"I’m younger, more energetic. I’m sure I could satisfy you better."
"After all, after seeing your statue, I feel like we’d get along just fine."
I gave a cold laugh.
"You're seriously overestimating yourself. I just threw away a piece of trash—why would I dig through the garbage again?"
His expression darkened.
"You think you're all that, huh?"
"You were just Brother Tom’s stand-in while Charlotte was abroad. Now that she’s back, your job is done."
"And those sculptures? Everyone’s seen them. You think anyone still respects you?"
His eyes gleamed.
"Then how about I test it myself?"
He reached for me with a disgusting grin—but I threw the wine in his face.
"You b***h!" he roared, lunging toward me.
Three other men got up.
They didn’t stop him—instead, they came for me, hands groping, jeering.
"God, she’s soft. No wonder Brother Tom couldn’t get enough."
"It’s my turn first!"
I couldn’t move, held down by them.
"Let me go! You’re committing a crime!"
Just as my dress was about to be ripped open—
"Stop!"
A furious voice exploded from the doorway.
Tom.
He rushed in, pulling them away from me.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
One man sneered.
"Didn’t you say if we could take her, she was ours?"
"I meant the sculpture!" Tom snapped. "Not the woman!"
"Come on, Tom. You said her body’s been seen by millions. What difference does it make?"
I slapped him across the face.
"You are beyond shameless."
And then I ran.
Out of the room.
Out of that nightmare.
I bought a new set of clothes at a nearby mall, changed in a restroom, and hailed a cab straight to the airport.
My body trembled the entire way. I could still feel those filthy hands, still hear their disgusting laughter.
Blood filled my mouth—I’d bitten my lip.
When I finally arrived at the airport, I blocked Tom on every platform.
Then I deleted my account.
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