novelxo Chapter 287
She remembered the first time Sebastian was speeding. She saw the traffic police from afar and frantically asked him to slow
down. However, Sebastian merely smiled before speeding up and arrogantly past the police right before their eyes.
However, nothing happened after that. Back then, Sebastian had told her that no one dared to stop his car because of the car
plate number.
That was also her first time understanding what privilege meant. Frankly speaking, this group of people was already different
from her since birth.
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After two days of devastating sessions, Tom was lying on the bed like a dead fish, unmoving. He was ghastly pale, his lips were
dark, and pupils enlarged. His eyes seemed to have lost focus. Tiny stubble covered his chin, and his hair was a mess, adding to
his battered state.
Right now, his heart was beating extremely fast as if it would jump out of his chest. His skin felt like needles were stabbing it with
every breath he took.
The lingering smell of incense in the room, mixed with the dense and fishy scent, made him want to throw up. Two whole days of
entanglement kept playing in his mind, making him hurl.
Tom Sullivan had never expected himself to fall into the hands of these women. At that moment, he hated not being able to strip
away his skin and wash it.
He was dirty. Too dirty!
Bam! The door was kicked open from the outside. A group of men in black clothing rushed in, standing in two lines next to the
bed. Everyone covered their noses in disgust. The leader, a black-clothed man in a buzz cut, swiftly opened up a recording on
his phone and held it before Tom’s eyes.
The video clearly displayed the things that had happened on this very bed. As he watched, Tom’s stomach churned even more.
He wanted them to get lost. However, he opened his mouth and realized that he lost the energy even to speak.
“Our master has said that if you dare to harm Xyla Quest again, he will spread this everywhere,” the buzzcut man said.
Tom wanted to extend his arms to snatch it away upon hearing this, but he had no strength. He couldn’t even lift a finger.
Although they never mentioned who their master was, Tom knew it was Stanley Batton.
Some of the people who brought him here had followed Stanley as he barged into his mansion and rescued Xyla.
Stanley Batton!
This man was too vicious!
Tom had wanted to teach the man a good lesson once he got out. Now, it seemed like he had no choice but to endure it. If this
video was released, he would no doubt lose all reputation. When that happened, his father would despise him even more.
What did it mean to be compelled to suffer in silence?
That was his current situation.
“Young Master Sullivan, may I know if you’ve enjoyed yourself for the past two days? Our Fifth Master has instructed that since
you love seeking joy from women’s bodies, we should let you enjoy yourself completely,” the buzzcut man added.
‘Stanley Batton, f*ck you!’ Tom berated quietly in his heart as he closed his eyes, breathing heavily.
Tom was now traumatized by beings called women.
‘Seeking joy?’
He figured he would never again try to ‘seek joy’ from a woman’s body.
The buzzcut man scoffed. He shot Tom a disdainful glare before covering his nose and beckoning the people around him to
follow him out. Soon, the group retreated.
Tom’s eyes were red with fury but had no outlet for his frustrations. He could only continue to lay down and play dead.