Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

Chapter 287

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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.

***

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

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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?

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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.

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