Sold to My Boss

Chapter 3 A Hundred Grand

Annie sniffed, trying to hold back her tears, and stubbornly retorted, "I didn't... can you let me explain?"

Upon hearing this, Baily's handsome face contorted with rage, and without a second thought, he raised his arm and slapped Annie's fair face.

The slap rang out, loud and crisp.

Annie could hardly withstand such force; her body fell backward like a wilting flower, crashing to the ground with a thud. She felt as if her internal organs were about to be shaken out.

The dizziness made her feel like she might vomit, and at the same time, Baily's furious roar rang in her ears again.

"Dressed like this, aren't you just out to sell yourself? You shameless woman! If I don't sleep with you, you can't wait to find another man to sleep with?"

A barrage of filthy insults lashed at Annie's vibrant heart like thorny vines, relentlessly whipping at her.This left her momentarily breathless; ignoring her numb cheeks, tears welled in the corners of her eyes. Annie resolutely turned her head to meet the man's blood-red gaze.

"You say I'm selling myself, but aren't you just out to solicit? Baily, do you even have a conscience? You only care about appearances; have you ever thought about the grievances I've suffered?"

She treated him so well, going to great lengths to please him, yet he treated her like that...

Her few rhetorical questions made Baily feel a sudden flush of embarrassment. He spat, his eyes brimmed with disgust, as if they could drown Annie.

"Shameless slut! A woman like you who's been with other men, I wouldn't take even if you were given to me for free! I'd rather solicit than touch you, Annie!"

After saying this, as if unable to contain his anger, he bent down and grabbed Annie's hair, yanking her up forcefully, then slapped her again on the other side of her still intact cheek.

"Annie, these two slaps are what you brought upon yourself! If you want to survive in Los Angeles, don't even think about doing such shameless things. If I can't hold my head up, I swear I won't let you off the hook!"

This slap left Annie unable to get up from the ground, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her hair disheveled, and she was in a miserable state.

Tears streamed down her face like a river bursting its banks, but even so, she did not make a sound.

As she lay on the cold floor, she felt like a puppet with its strings cut, completely lifeless.

After a long time, as the dizziness began to fade, she propped herself up with her palm, preparing to get up.

But before she could fully rise, the sudden sound of footsteps rang out, and then a pair of designer leather shoes stopped right in front of her. Through the shiny shoe surface, she saw her own disheveled appearance at that moment.

Before Annie could lift her head, a cold yet familiar voice suddenly rang out above her.

"Annie?"

The question made Annie look up without thinking; she couldn't imagine encountering any familiar person there.

Her tear-filled eyes were misty, and under the overhead light, she couldn't see the man's face clearly.

As she rubbed her eyes, a magnified handsome face suddenly appeared before her.

The man's chiseled features loomed large, his cold brows and eyes devoid of warmth, his thin lips tightly pressed, and his short, dense black hair gave him an innate sharpness.

However, the slightly loosened tie at his neck, the unbuttoned shirt collar, and the exposed tanned skin gave him an unexpected allure.

It was obvious that he had just rushed over from the company.

In that moment, Annie felt her tongue tie in knots; what a cliché moment! She actually ran into her boss, Aaron, here!

"B-boss!"

Aaron's dark eyes were cold, like a swirling vortex, making Annie not even dare to breathe.

For some reason, seeing him made Annie feel an inexplicable guilt, and her delicate hands instinctively tugged at her already disheveled clothes.

What was she going to do? Her boss had actually seen her like this—it was so embarrassing!

Before she could think further, Annie suddenly felt her body lighten, and then she was completely lifted by Aaron.

The warmth of his embrace caught her off guard, and the faint scent of tobacco reached her nostrils, a scent that oddly comforted her.

But in the next second, she quickly snapped back to reality.

"B-boss…"

Annie stammered for what felt like forever, unable to form a complete sentence. From her angle, she could see Aaron's chiseled profile and strong jawline clearly.

She didn't know what her boss was thinking, but the sharp aura around him left her too intimidated to speak.

Aaron picked up Annie and walked into the open room. After taking just a couple of steps, someone stepped in his way.

Baily frowned slightly, seeing Annie looking delicate and vulnerable, and he felt really annoyed.

"This is my wife! Put her down!"

Although Baily was annoyed, he didn't dare confront the man directly. After all, he had been in the business world for many years and knew how to read people.

He knew he definitely couldn't compete with this man.

Aaron didn’t want to waste words with him, shooting him a disdainful look and expressionlessly saying, "How much? I'll buy her."

Baily's handsome face fell, but he quickly suppressed his anger and forced a calculating smile.

"One million!"

Annie nestled against Aaron's chest, and upon hearing their conversation, her face turned pale.

They were actually treating her like a commodity? Was there no humanity left!

Before Annie could respond, Aaron spoke first: "Do you think she's worth a million?"

This time, Baily's dark face finally couldn't hold on anymore. With a 'break it or not' attitude, he directly threatened, "At least a hundred thousand! If you don't agree, I don't mind calling the police to resolve this. At that time, with Annie looking like this, I’m afraid all the men will fight to take a look!"

That made Aaron's face grow even darker. His brows knitted together, and his cold voice slowly emerged.

"Come to Hawthorne tomorrow to get a hundred grand."

Upon hearing "Hawthorne," Baily's dark eyes brightened.

He never thought Annie would actually be involved with someone from Hawthorne. Hawthorne is currently a dominant force in Los Angeles. If he could grab even a small piece of their resources, his company would take off!

Thinking about this, Baily deeply stared at Annie, a hint of calculation brewing within.

……

Annie was carried into the room by Aaron, and the door slammed shut, making her heart race.

The spacious room was eerily quiet. Nestled in Aaron's embrace, she felt a chilling emptiness surrounding her, like being stuck in an icebox for three months, chilling her to the bone.

"Boss… can you please let me go…"