Sandra's rationality had already reached its limit. So, she looked at Antony and spoke, word by word: "I can accompany you from nothing to where we are now, and I can accompany someone else from nothing to glory. Do you understand? Do I need to repeat myself?"
Bang ——
Sandra was thrown onto the bed.
The latex mattress bounced her back, and before she could react, the man came down on her.
Downstairs, the servant who was guarding the stairs heard the sound of Sandra's cursing and screaming.
And then, finally, moans of pleasure.
...
Under the apartment building, it was pitch black.
Charlie Wood parked the car downstairs.
Just as he was about to push open the car door, Oliver stopped him: "Wait here, I'll go down and take a look."
"Which unit and floor?"
"Unit 2, apartment 501." Charlie knew that every decision Oliver made now was because of him.
Because they were in the same boat.
One shares the honor and disgrace; no matter for what reason, it could never be love.
