"Let go of me, you bastard..."
Seeing him throw away the drugs, An Ziqi finally dared to speak.
Struggling vehemently to avoid his disgusting kisses, she flung her hands and randomly scratched his face.
The CEO, Zhang, instantly had a dozen bloody scratches on his neck and face.
"Ha, Mr. Zhang, if you go home like this, beware of being thrown out by your wife."
"I reckon, you'll be on your knees scrubbing clothes."
"Hahaha."
...
The group of CEOs next to him, who loved to see a good show, were egging him on.
Unable to keep his cool, Zhang was angry out of embarrassment and reached out to tear off her shorts.
An Ziqi originally went to the training field and had put on shorts due to the heat, but she didn't expect to be rushed here, providing the beast with an advantage.
"Don't, get off."
An Ziqi screamed, lifting her leg to kick him, but Zhang pressed her down savagely, his coarse hands groping and tearing, acting even more unscrupulously.
Despair overwhelmed her.
