C16 A Monstrous Hatred!

Although it was hard to believe, I knew that I didn't hear wrongly.

This Ortiz wanted to humiliate me. He was not helping me, he wanted to completely destroy me.

How deep was his hatred that he would think of such a vicious method to humiliate me?

I looked at Carlton and tried to recall if I knew him.

If I didn't know him, how could I have any enmity with him?

My entire body trembled. "Who are you? What enmity do you have with me? Why did you do this to me?"

He lit a cigarette and shot a knife-like gaze towards me.

This time, I saw hatred in his eyes, a monstrous hatred.

But he did not speak or answer me.

"Ms. Coffey, do it. Don't waste time. Go up to him." Clair pointed at the homeless man and said.

"Impossible! I would rather die than do that!" I shouted.

"Then get lost." Carlton spat out another three words coldly.

I could only get lost.

It was impossible for me to sleep with that homeless man for money. I would rather die than do that.

I opened the door to the room and was about to leave when my phone rang. It was my father's call.

When I picked up the phone, I could not help but cry, "Dad?"

"Priscilla, have you borrowed the money? Zhou Hong said that if she couldn't get the money again, she would sue me. No matter what, we should give her the money first. I can't let the school know that I have such a thing. Dad has let you down, but Dad really has no other choice …"

On the other end of the phone, my father was sobbing so hard that he could not speak. I stopped and walked out of the room.

There was only one million in the room. If I took that one million away, I would be able to solve my father's crisis.

"Dad, don't worry. I'm thinking of a way. I'll definitely get the money," I said casually.

Afraid that my father would hear me, I hastily said a few words before hanging up.

I returned to the room.

The homeless man had already been taken away. The staff were cleaning up the place to eliminate the smell of the homeless man.

"Mr. Ortiz, please tell me what I have done to offend you. I apologize to you. I need this one million. Please lend it to me." I said in a low voice.

He seemed to have expected that I would come back. He looked at me expressionlessly.

The hatred in his eyes seemed to have dissipated a lot. It was more of disdain and disgust.

Then, he looked at Clair.

"Ms. Coffey, since you need this money so urgently, Mr. Ortiz will give you a second choice. Put this sign up and stand at the entrance of the club for an hour. You can take the money as well."

As Clair spoke, he handed me a card with a string tied to it. On it were a few words: Selling my body, 100 yuan once.

I was so angry that I was trembling. "Why did you humiliate me like this?"

Clair's tone was cold. "Ms. Coffey, this is your last chance. If you don't do it, you won't get the money."

"Why? Why is this happening?" I shouted.

"Ms. Coffey, we, Mr. Ortiz, are helping you. You can choose not to do it. We, Mr. Ortiz, have never forced you to do anything," Clair said.

This was ridiculous. He had obviously planned everything, yet he was saying that he was helping me!

Carlton had already turned around and could only see his cold back.

At this moment, my phone rang again. It was from my mother.

If I didn't pick up the phone, I would know what my mother was going to say. My father must have been forced to the brink.

If I didn't get the money, the entire Normal University would know that the vice president and the female student were having an affair. My father would be in trouble. My entire family would be mocked and made into a joke.

As long as I didn't meet any acquaintances in the clubhouse in the next hour, no one would recognize me.

What I did wouldn't affect my family.

"I'll do it," I said softly.

Carlton didn't turn around, but I could hear his short and cold laughter.

He had expected that I would agree. Everything was under his control.

Clair gave me a red dress that was so low-cut that it almost revealed all of my chest. He then asked me to put on heavy makeup and hang a sign outside the clubhouse.

This was the darkest day in my life for more than twenty years. I stood there like a cheap prostitute, with a price tag of "100 yuan per time" hanging in front of me.

I tried my best to lower my head as low as possible so that no one would see my face.

However, the customers in the past did not allow me to do so. They surrounded me with interest, "There's such a cheap one? Is it really only 100 yuan? Is it because of some kind of disease? Otherwise, why is it so cheap?"

As he spoke, he reached out to lift my chin to see my face clearly.

All of this was clearly recorded by the high-resolution camera beside me.

I knew that Carlton must be watching me being humiliated from a secret spot. I did not know why he did so, but I knew that this was what he wanted.

At this moment, a BMW drove to the entrance of the clubhouse. Lemuel got out of the car.