when she left he went crazy (Hope and Christopher)
CHAPTER 127

When she left, He went crazy

Chapter 127 Offending the Wrong Person

Winter days were fleeting, with nights enveloping the world early. By the time I reached the coffee shop, it was only six-thirty, but darkness had already settled in.

To my surprise, Johnson was already there.

I made a beeline for Johnson and got straight to the point. "What did you mean by what you said at the hospital.

today?"

Johnson lifted his chin, gesturing to the seat opposite him. "Sit down."

"You asked me to come, and here I am. Stop beating around the bush," I snapped as I took my seat. The scent of the previous customer's overwhelming perfume still lingered, making me wrinkle my nose. Johnson shook his leg nonchalantly. "Just a remark made in anger. You took it seriously?"

"Is that all?" I asked, eyeing him suspiciously. If it had been a mere thoughtless remark, Johnson wouldn't have insisted on meeting me if that were the case.

At that moment, the waiter arrived with two cups of coffee. Johnson pushed one toward me. "What else could it be? I ordered this for Drink up.”

you,

Something was off; Johnson wasn't usually this considerate. If I took an extra bite of food in the past, he would scold me for half a day. Could he truly be treating me to coffee now?

"I'm not drinking the coffee," I said, my tone firm. "I'll ask you one more time: did that statement really mean nothing

else?"

Johnson's expression darkened, a sinister shadow crossing his face. "I told you, it meant nothing. Do believe you might be some heir to a wealthy dynasty?"

you genuinely

"It better be nothing." I retorted, about to leave, but a wave of dizziness overwhelmed me as I stood up, forcing me to grasp the table for support. Weakness permeated my entire being. Before I could take a step, everything went black.

When consciousness returned, I found myself on a large bed. Panic surged through me, and I attempted to rise, but my limbs felt leaden. A forceful hand pushed me back down-it was Evelyn. She stood there, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Finally awake?"

I scanned the room; it appeared to be a hotel. My voice edged with suspicion, I demanded, "Did you do this? Where is Johnson Dylan?"

Since when did Johnson and Evelyn start conspiring together?

Evelyn's laugh was as cold as her eyes, which glittered with malice. "What do you think, Hope Royston? When you destroyed my life, did you ever consider you'd end up at my mercy?"

"I ruined you?" I asked incredulously.

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Evelyn gritted her teeth, her voice dripping with hatred, "Stop pretending! That video who else but you would have posted it online? Even Christopher defended yet, saying It wasn't you."

I frowned, trying to explain. "It really wasn't me who posted it."

That incident had truly brought me a world of trouble. Thanks to Jerry, I hadn't divorced Christopher, and now Evelyn was laying all the blame at my feet.

"It doesn't matter anymore!" Evelyn shouted, her face contorted with rage, her bright red lips like they were laced with polson. "All I know is that Christopher has completely abandoned me. I'll never have the chance to marry him now. Hope Royston, I hate you! Why, why do you get to have everything?

Her eyes glinted with a crazed, venous look as she continued, "What makes you better than me? Why did Bentley Valence keep me from entering the Valence family but treat you like royalty? It's not fair, not fair at all."

Not wanting to further provoke her, I spoke as calmly as I could, "I'm about to get a divorce from Christopher. Whether he wants to be with you or not is entirely between the two of you. It has nothing to do with me."

Evelyn laughed as if she had heard the most ridiculous joke. "Divorce? He's been dragging his feet, unwilling to let you go. Do you think I can't see that?" She smirked. "But this works to my advantage. Otherwise, how would I have managed to get you here on my own?"

A key word snagged my attention. "What do you mean by that?"

Evelyn's smile turned cryptic. "You've offended someone far beyond your league. Don't be so smug, Hope Royston. In the grand scheme of power, you and I are just ants, easily crushed underfoot." A suspicion gnawed at my mind. "Are you talking about Kimberly Harris?"

Besides Kimberly, I couldn't think of anyone else who had recently taken a dislike to me.

For a brief moment, Evelyn's eyes flickered, betraying a hint of something deeper, but it was so swift I wondered if I

had imagined it. With a mocking smile, she replied, "Do you think I'd actually tell you so swift I wondered if I

Leaning in close, her voice a hiss, Evelyn spat, "I wish you would die right here and now. I wish she could truly crush you."

Then, as if discarding something unpleasant, Evelyn straightened lazily. "Alright, I've got better things your stay!"

1. do. Enjoy

With a malicious glint in her eye, Evelyn turned on a camera, placing it strategically on the bedside table. She leaned in, her hand patting my face as she spoke venomously. "This time, I want everyone to see what you look like when you're with another man."

With those chilling words, she walked out, leaving me enveloped in fear. Panic set in; I tried to scramble to my feet, but weakness betrayed me, and I fell hard to the floor. I shouted, "Evelyn Valence!"

my

Evelyn didn't respond. Instead, entered a man in his thirties. His presence magnified my terror.

I began to tremble, my voice cold but desperate. "What you're doing is rape. You'll go to jail for this!"

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The man sneered as he advanced. "A consensual act," he mocked. "Calling it rape sounds so harsh."

I retreated, trying to swallow the rising tide of fear. "Let me go. Whatever Evelyn Vallence is paying you, I'll give you double-no, ten times!"

He laughed, a sinister sound filling the room. "I came for the money, but now that I see your face and body, even without the cash, I'm going to enjoy this."

With that, he grabbed me, hurling me onto the bed. His thick coat hit the floor as he prepared to pounce, a predator scizing his prey.

"Wait! You said it yourself, it has to be consensual! I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm and trying not to appear too scared. "If I keep resisting, you won't get much pleasure out of it."

His lecherous gaze roamed over me, a sickening sneer curling his lips. "That's true. So, how do you want me to serve

you?"

"Help me take off my clothes first."

A gleam appeared in his eyes, and he almost purred with satisfaction. "I didn't expect you to be so sensible!"

"I have no choice. You drugged me. If I had any strength to escape, I wouldn't let you succeed," I said, feigning

weakness.

"Good girl," he drawled, clearly pleased. "Since you're so obedient, I'll make sure you feel good."

He leaned down and began to remove my cashmere coat, his hands then moving to the hem of my sweater. His excitement grew palpable as he prepared to pull it off.

Seizing the moment, I grabbed the camera on the bedside table and smashed it against his head with every ounce of strength I had left. He cried out in pain, clutching his head, giving me the chance to dash toward the door.

His roar of anger followed me as he chased after, but I couldn't waste precious moments looking back. My mind focused solely on escape.

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