It's imaginable.
It must be that Nina Churchill's clothes accidentally got caught on this nail.
Then someone violently pulled, that's how the clothes got torn.
Dirk Carter looked up at the streetlight.
He was pleasantly surprised to find there was actually police surveillance installed on it.
The three of them exchanged a glance.
They hurriedly ran towards the nearby police station.
...
The incident happened around eight in the evening.
At that time, Dirk Carter was just about to set off for the Starlight Night Market.
Nina Churchill came out from Serene Heart Convent and met her father at the Municipal Committee Compound entrance.
After parting ways.
Nina Churchill didn't rush back but checked into a small motel near Fortune Alley to stay for the night.
She planned to return early in the morning.
At that moment, she had just finished her shower and was comfortably lying on the bed to dry off.
A knock on the door broke this brief tranquility.
The motel door had no peephole, and Nina Churchill had no idea anything dangerous would happen.
She wrapped her towel tightly and opened the door a crack.
As she was about to see who it was, the door was forcibly pushed open.
Nina Churchill stepped back in terror.
When the man who burst in took off his hat, she realized it was Gilbert Dixon.
"It's you?"
Nina Churchill asked nervously.
Gilbert Dixon's face broke into a sinister smile.
He then closed the door and locked it.
He said, "Long time no see."
"Gilbert Dixon, we are already divorced. Legally, we have no relation anymore. Please leave my room immediately, or I'll call the police."
"Call the police? Sure, go ahead, call them. In fact, there are some things I'd like to show them too. Let the whole world see what kind of person Faustino Churchill's daughter is. I wonder where Faustino Churchill's old face will go in such circumstances?"
Upon hearing this.
Nina Churchill's breathing turned rapid.
The fire in her eyes gradually dimmed.
She steadied her emotions and asked, "What do you want?"
"What could I want? Just to come and see you."
Gilbert Dixon sat down on the bed.
He glanced around the room, his eyes had a kind of catching-an-adulterer vibe.
"No need to look; I haven't hidden any man here. Just say what you want to say. It's late, I want to sleep now."
Nina Churchill said coldly.
Gilbert Dixon stood up.
Walked over to Nina Churchill, intending to reach out and touch her exposed shoulder.
Nina Churchill swiftly dodged away.
Gilbert Dixon begrudgingly withdrew his hand and said, "What? Other men can touch you? I am your ex-husband, and I can't touch you?"
"Gilbert Dixon, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Nina Churchill snapped angrily.
Gilbert Dixon sneered.
He said, "You're quite capable, huh? Dirk Carter hasn't been in Rexton City for long, and you're already involved with him? Is your lower mouth that greedy? Come, show me, do you drool at the sight of any man?"
He said.
Gilbert Dixon was about to pull away Nina Churchill's towel.
Nina Churchill couldn't stand it.
She swung her hand and slapped him hard.
With a crisp slap.
A loud slap landed on Gilbert Dixon's face.
She furiously said, "Gilbert Dixon, I'll say it again, there's nothing between us anymore. I've already done what you wanted and become a nun, don't pester me anymore."
"Haha, well, very well. Since that's the case, I won't make things difficult for you. Do you remember what you were like back then? Tomorrow morning, I'll make sure those videos and photos of yours are all over the inter. Whatever the consequences, you'll bear them yourself."
With these words.
Gilbert Dixon was about to turn and leave.
At this point, Nina Churchill was scared.
She grabbed Gilbert Dixon's arm and said, "What do I have to do for you to leave me alone?"
Gilbert Dixon pinched his chin.
He glanced at Nina Churchill's exposed shoulders and the two smooth legs beneath the towel.
He said, "Take off the towel."
"You..."
"I said take off the towel."
Gilbert Dixon repeated.
Nina Churchill, helpless.
Reached out and undid the towel.
The towel slipped gracefully to the ground.
A perfectly enticing body was now exposed to Gilbert Dixon.
He pulled out a pill bottle from his pocket.
Took out a few pills and popped them into his mouth.
His throat moved, and he swallowed them down.
Then he pointed his finger at a chair in the room and said, "Go sit there, spread your legs, do it for me like before."
"Gilbert Dixon!"
Nina Churchill shouted, ashamed and angry.
Gilbert Dixon chuckled contemptuously and said, "What? You've done this plenty of times before, haven't you? Now you can't do it anymore, or you don't want to?"
"Fine, I'll do it!"
With no other choice.
Nina Churchill gritted her teeth.
Dragged the chair over and sat on it.
Leaning back.
She placed her feet up on the chair.
Her legs formed an "M" shape.
As a result.
The most mysterious region was completely exposed to Gilbert Dixon.
She extended her long fingers to rub around the creek.
This image was very provocative for any man.
Gilbert Dixon was no exception, he had a psychological reaction, yet his body was not cooperating, not showing any response.
"Do both the top and bottom at once!"
Gilbert Dixon ordered again.
Nina Churchill had no choice but to cover her other hand over her large chest and began squeezing it too.
Not enough! This seduction was still not enough!
Gilbert Dixon frowned and asked, "What are you doing? Brushing me off? Put your full attention in, understand? Get your fingers in there, make some noise..."
Wanting to tell Gilbert Dixon not to go too far.
The words were on the tip of her tongue, but then she swallowed them back.
Nina Churchill softened her expression and slowly, the hand that was wandering around the creek moved to the center, and with a bite of the lip.
Her long middle finger slipped into the depths of the peach blossom cave.
Accompanied by a soft moan from her throat.
The whole scene became more emotional, more flavorful.
Sizing it up with lustful eyes for a while, Gilbert Dixon suddenly felt a surge of power being released within him.
He couldn't resist any longer.
Quickly peeled down his pants.
Sure enough, the previously limp worm suddenly perked up visibly.
The opportunity was fleeting.
Gilbert Dixon quickly charged in front of Nina Churchill.
Lifted her legs onto his shoulders.
Just aiming the gun's tip.
It bent as if singed by fire.
Trying to perate was now impossible.
A trace of contempt flashed across Nina Churchill's face.
She withdrew her legs.
Stopped moving.
Said, "I've done what you asked, can you return the videos and photos to me now?"
"When did I ever say I would return them to you?"
A frustrated Gilbert Dixon asked.
Nina Churchill panicked.
She shouted, "Why are you still like this? Give me back my things, give me back my things..."
While talking, she scratched at Gilbert Dixon.
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