C6 You Really Think Highly of Yourself!

The words that should have made her cheeks burn with shame instead intensified the humiliation for Juno.

"Director Slater, this was nothing more than a one-night stand. There's no need to give me a hard time."

"A one-night stand? You flatter yourself." Zorin watched their reflected, compromising positions in the mirror. With a swift motion, he yanked at his tie before ripping Juno's form-fitting skirt, slapping it without a hint of mercy.

As the chill hit her, Juno whimpered in pain, which to Zorin, sounded as delicate as a kitten's scratch.

"I actually thought you were clean, but you're nothing more than a bar prostitute," Zorin said with a look of revulsion. "What's this? Is that how you treat your clients? Miss Fowler, let's not forget that your first time was willingly in my bed."

Unable to bear any more, Juno retorted, "Director Slater! I demand you treat me with respect! Even if I were a call girl, you have no right to degrade me in this manner!"

Somehow finding the strength, she broke free from his grip! Stumbling back, she leaned against the cold wall, clutching her coat around the torn fabric of her dress.

"Our relationship was a mere one-night stand. I'm giving you back this check! And I'll clean and return your coat as well!" Juno declared, her gaze piercing and her words crisp. "If you think I'm so dirty, yet you've been with me, what's the point of your disdain? You might as well cut off your own manhood. After all, with your family's wealth, Director Slater, you have plenty of other diversions. Why obsess over someone you deem so unclean?"

With those words, Juno felt a rush of defiant pleasure. She shot Zorin a furious look before turning to leave.

Zorin's dark gaze betrayed no emotion as he suddenly seized Juno's wrist and slammed her against the wall, his hands closing around her neck, squeezing tighter and tighter.

Struggling to breathe, Juno fought desperately to push him away, her vision darkening, her breath catching in her throat.

Just as she thought she might die, he released her. She collapsed to the ground, coughing violently, her eyes brimming with tears.

A wave of cold dread washed over her. Clutching her coat, Juno was consumed by terror and shock.

"You really are despicable," Zorin said coolly, pulling out a handkerchief and nonchalantly wiping his fingers. "I don't care how many men you take up with in the future, but keep it away from me. I find it repulsive."

His last words were delivered with a biting clarity, causing tears to uncontrollably spill from Juno's eyes. She sniffled and vigorously wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes.

"Rest assured, Director Slater, not everyone holds themselves to your lofty standards of purity. To see a woman and immediately label her 'dirty' is your specialty," she shot back with biting sarcasm.

Zorin suddenly crouched down, his eyes narrowing as he regarded her with a playful intensity.

It had to be acknowledged that Zorin was indeed handsome, so much so that Juno felt almost as if she was the one at an advantage.

His smile was warm and inviting, the corners of his lips curling up in a gentle, welcoming gesture.

Yet Juno felt a shiver down her spine; she was acutely aware that the man before her was a wolf in sheep's clothing, a gentleman on the surface but harboring a dark interior.

"The money I gave you wasn't enough, so you've resorted to selling yourself?" Zorin asked with a cold laugh, finding humor in the irony that he had once thought a woman who so readily threw herself at men in a bar could be pure.

"Yes," Juno breathed deeply, lifting her gaze to meet his with newfound resolve. Her eyes held a firmness never seen before as she mocked him, "The money you gave wasn't sufficient, so I'm still on the market. Director Slater, are you interested in purchasing another night?"