Lost in Mr. Preston's Temptation
Chapter 80 Those Men, You Can Use Them Yourself!

In the crowd, Ethan was chatting with several executives.

His eyes inadvertently passed through the entrance of the banquet hall. Seeing that Clara was pulled out by a woman, her feet staggering, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Ethan called Donny and asked in a low voice, "What did she just drink?"

"Two glasses of champagne," Donny knew what the man wanted to ask, and answered him preemptively, "Two glasses of champagne can't get one drunk, and ten minutes ago, Baxter went out." The man seemed to understand something and curled his thin lips.

After coming out of the banquet hall, Clara and Sharon went to the elevator. She looked uncomfortable and leaned her head on Sharon's shoulder.

"Sharon, why do I feel that my eyes are a little blurry..."

Sharon looked down at her and asked with concern, "Clara, have you drunken too much?"

"It could be, I've always been a bad drinker..." Clara muttered, "After changing my clothes in the lounge, please go and buy me hangover medicine."

"Mm, of course I can." Sharon said. Watching Clara drunk, her expression gradually distorted.

As soon as the elevator reached their floor, Sharon rudely pulled Clara out.

"Sharon, this floor seems to be guest rooms..."

Clara stumbled and swept her eyes over the rooms on both sides of the corridor. "Did you book a room?"

"Yeah, I booked a room for you!" Sharon showed a cold smile and dragged her to the room in front, "I will let you stay in that room and spend a night that is even harder to forget than last time!" "You... what did you say?"

Sharon stopped abruptly and grabbed Clara's hair. "No wonder you were so arrogant before entering EMC. It turns out that the Baxter Cohen who has a close relationship with you is Donny Cohen's brother!" If that man hadn't told her, and she hadn't been on the road that day and seen Baxter driving a car with Clara in it, she wouldn't have believed it!

What right did she have?

Clara didn't even have a family, why should such an excellent man appear around her?

Why right did she have to have someone help her!

Thinking of the scene of the humiliation in the restaurant that day, Sharon gritted her teeth and said, "Clara, you made me suffer so much shame that day. I will never let you go!

She had tried every means to please Clara today to let Clara relax her vigilance, so she could implement her plan smoothly.

Looking at Sharon who was staring at her ferociously, Clara's eyes showed fear and her voice trembled. “Sharon, don't mess around..."

"What? You're like an ant being pinched in my hand, you can't be so flamboyant anymore, right?" Sharon sneered proudly.

She pulled Clara by her hair and dragged her to a room not far away.

"Clara, the men in the room are your admirers. I didn't treat you badly. They will 'take care' of you tonight!"

"No, don't..." Clara struggled with all her might.

However, Sharon held Clara's arms tightly. After dragging her to the door of the room, her other hand took the room card and swiped it on the door. With a beep, the door opened a crack.

"Last time the netizens couldn't appreciate what a good figure you have Clara. This time, I have to satisfy them!"

Sharon was especially looking forward to what was about to happen to Clara and revealed a sinister smile.

She pushed Clara into the dark room.

At this moment, Clara grabbed Sharon's hand and forcibly switched positions.

Sharon was startled and hurriedly grabbed the door frame. She looked up at Clara's her cold eyes in disbelief. "Clara, you..."

"I'm not dizzy," Clara smiled faintly at her, "You went to great lengths to arrange all this. How could I not appreciate it?"

"Clara, you fucking..." Sharon hadn't expected to be attacked by Clara.

It was all her fault for being careless!

Clara reached out her hand and calmly pried away Sharon's fingers on the door frame one by one. "Those men, you can use them yourself. Don't mention it."

Sharon wanted to resist, but Clara's body blocked the door tightly.

Her face twisted in anger, and her other hand suddenly reached for Clara. She seemed to want to press something but found that there was nothing on Clara's suit. "Are you looking for that pomegranate brooch?" Clara pointed at her with her finger, "I gave it back a long time ago."

What? What?

"

Sharon lowered her head mechanically and saw the brooch she'd given Clara. The brooch had appeared on her chest at some point, and there was even a faint fragrance emanating from it. When had the mechanism been activated?

Inside was...

Thinking of the men in the room, Sharon paled, struggled frantically, and screamed, "No! no! Clara, I beg you, let me go..."

A shallow smile hung at the corner of Clara's mouth. She looked gentle but raised her long leg.