Chapter 872
Chloe Collins raised her eyebrows slightly, thinking there was no need for sleep now, why not have so fun?
"Let’s go."
Upon her words, both n revealed a malicious smile, "Feel free to, you two are definitely the luckiest newcors this year. It’s a rare opportunity to be valued by Master Boone, do your best!"
Within ten minutes, they arrived at Cold Lizard’s residence.
Like Bennett White back in the day, he also had his own private villa.
As soon as they arrived at the doorway, they heard a scream from within.
It was Faye Armstrong’s.
The voice wasn’t very pleasant.
Imagination suggested she was trying hard to pretend to enjoy it but the pain made it impossible.
"Let’s go in."
After the two n pushed them in, they shut the door and stood guard at the doorway.
They leisurely climbed the stairs, just like going to the snack bar to buy snacks after class.
The man outside glanced through the glass door, his smile lewd.
"Master Boone must be having his tonic tonight," one man guessed.
The other one chuckled heartily, "Enough said, I just took a bowl up there, these two girls are done for."
"Haha, they’re all hopeful, but Master Boone is in a terrible mood tonight, they are probably going to get the whip."
While the two were talking, Chloe Collins had already stepped onto the second floor.
Faye Armstrong’s voice had changed from pretend enjoynt to screaming.
Chloe Collins ca to a door, opened it unhurriedly, and pushed her way in.
Instantly, the scene inside was laid bare.
A girl was hiding in a corner, her clothes torn to shreds, barely maintaining a shred of dignity.
Beside her, a one-eyed man was holding a belt, with an evil aura about him.
Both were unmasked, one was pale with shock, the other grim and horrifying, with a lecherous grin.
Upon seeing the two won entering, Cold Lizard tossed his belt aside and smirked wickedly, "Co here."
Chloe Collins flexed her fingers and rotated her neck.
Her voice sounded extraordinarily lazy, "Coming."
Wanda Wesley, smiling, cautiously shut the door.
Quick as a flash, Faye Armstrong took advantage of the mont to escape.
Wanda Wesley quietly locked the door.
Chloe drew out a bottle of perfu from her pocket and walked over to Cold Lizard, "I have sothing nice for you to sll."
Cold Lizard assessed the woman before him, her brightly colored clothes clearly an eyesore, but her voice was captivating, and her figure to his liking, enough to stir his desire.
"Take off your clothes and mask. Both of us, undress face to face."
He leaned back, posing like a king.
Chloe smiled faintly, "No rush."
She held the perfu up to his face and casually sprayed it.
The man thought she was setting the mood; many won had done this to gain his affection, so he took a deep sniff.
A special, soothing fragrance invaded his nostrils, bringing an overwhelming sense of comfort. He couldn’t help but inhale deeply again.
His originally irritated mood suddenly began to ease.
"Little fox, that’s interesting." He laughed, and as he laughed, his eyelids grew heavy, and slowly, they could no longer make out his silhouette.
One minute in.
He had already passed out.
Wanda Wesley ca over, said nothing, just landed a roundhouse kick on him.
There was no reaction.
"Not satisfying," she muttered.
Chloe Collins looked at his face which she hadn’t seen for years, his dark skin, his permanent five o’clock shadow.
Still as loathso as ever.
She walked over to him, her gaze icy, she whispered low: "Let’s begin."
Her lips curled, like an angel and demon rged into one.
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