“f**k!” He cursed, holding his balls. Chloe could tell how angry he was with the veins popping out on his forehead.
But then that served him right for groping a woman like that. He should learn not to touch without permission.
Chloe bit her lips at how unfavorable her situation was. If she ran out of the room, his men outside would catch or possibly shoot her down like they had warned earlier. Or she could stay here and face the man’s wrath. Her fingers, which she had unclenched earlier, now balled into a tight fist.
Worst comes to worst, she would rather die than let this man touch her again.
“Hahahaha!” His maniacal laugh brought her attention back to him. She looked up to see him standing. He had recovered from her attack far too quickly for her brain to come up with a new plan.
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