C2 He Greedily Smelled Her Hair!

The ball of paper smashed onto Lamont's handsome face and bounced off.

He stood still and silently accepted her anger.

Rosa lifted the blanket and stood on the bed. She looked down at him with disdain. "I told you to get out, did you hear me? The Hudson family doesn't welcome a heartless person like you!"

There was a strong hatred and disgust.

Although she knew that this day would come, when she faced it, her heart still couldn't help but tighten.

Lamont's expression was indifferent. "Why did you miss such a good opportunity just because of a moment of anger? The price I gave you was far more than the market value."

A mocking smile appeared on the girl's beautiful face. "Mr. Leach, I don't want to be sold by you. I don't even need to worry about the surgery fees."

Lamont sneered. "If you sell it to me, you can continue to be the Ms. Hudson. If you sell it to someone else, you will be no different from the young ladies in the club."

The young ladies in the club...

"You're very proud, Lamont!"

Rosa raised her hand to touch the space between her eyebrows, covering the expression on her face. Her voice was filled with a hint of ruthlessness. "All of this is within your calculations, but... there is one thing that you must have miscalculated."

He raised his gaze calmly.

She laughed coldly and said, "That is, I would rather be a young lady in the Feather Royal Club than sell my shares to a heartless scum like you!"

"…"

A sinister look appeared on his handsome face. His voice was cold as ice, "Eight percent of the shares will not affect the situation of the Hudson Group, but it will give you a life that you can continue to squander. No matter what, it's better than being raped by a man…"

Pow!

Before the man's voice could finish, Rosa walked to the bed angrily and slapped him in the face. The man's handsome face tilted to the side.

Rosa was so angry that her entire body trembled. She pointed at him and said, "Get out of here! Get out of here!"

Lamont licked the corner of his mouth and touched the place where he was slapped. He looked up at the girl who was just inches away from him.

She was angry. Her beautiful face was dyed red with rouge because of her anger. She glared at him.

"Rosa."

He called her by her name softly.

A frivolous smile appeared on his handsome face. His eyebrows were cold, and his thin lips curved into a wild smile. "You fought with an ungrateful scum. Don't you know that scum always takes advantage of others?"

Rosa, "…"

What?

Before she could react, the man grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

With a flip, Lamont pressed her down.

The smell of alcohol assaulted her senses, and she felt dizzy.

Lamont supported his arm with his other hand. He did not really press her down. Their eyes met, so close that they could exchange breaths.

He was drunk.

Her fragrance was alluring.

Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. The woman under him had shed her usual arrogance. She looked at him anxiously and angrily. Her long eyelashes projected an innocent and beautiful look on her face.

"Rosa …"

He raised his hand and habitually touched her long hair that was as smooth as silk. He touched her hair again and again. His voice was low and gentle, like the murmurs between lovers, "Don't provoke me, okay? Be good and you won't suffer any punishment. Otherwise …"

He did not continue speaking. Instead, he bent down and raised her hair. He greedily sniffed it, like a drug addict.

"…"

Rosa was stunned and her hair stood on end.

What was he doing?

Was he crazy?

He was crazy!

She had known him for ten years. She had never been as afraid of him as she was now.