Chapter 45: Savor 2 Chapter 45: Savor 2 Victoria Garcia looked at the playboy in front of her. Although he possessed handso and charming features, he was undoubtedly a foppery scumbag. How could her sister have fallen for such a man who was all show and no substance?
Seeing her coldly sizing him up, Harry Collins didn’t feel ashad. Instead, he stood even more erect in front of her.
“Cold and proud beauty, have you seen enough? You’ve interrupted this Young Master’s mood. But seeing that you’re beautiful, I would be more than happy for you to put down the gun in your hand and grasp my gun instead.” He smiled wickedly as he spoke, appearing utterly lecherous in Victoria’s eyes.
Harry Collins showed no fear at all, and while speaking, he even imagined what the woman in front of him would look like without clothes.
Victoria’s eyes were filled with disdain on top of her cold and sharp gaze.
“Do you want to leave with clothed or unclothed?” Her voice was cold but clear, making it hard to tell if she was angry or not.
Seeing Victoria’s gun pointed at him, Aubrey quickly hid behind Harry Collins and slowly picked up her clothes to put them back on, while thinking silently: In Harry’s world, I’m just a bitch who sells her body, and there’s no affection beyond the bed. I didn’t expect that I would risk my life just to make so money.
“It seems like you’re seeking revenge on this Young Master.” Harry Collins still appeared unafraid of death, sizing up Victoria from head to toe with a half-teasing tone. “I find you sowhat familiar, but I really can’t rember when we were in bed together. Perhaps, you could give a reminder?”
Since he was a child, Harry Collins had been handso and indulged in won’s charms by his nature. As the son of a financial consortium, he could have anything he wanted. So, in his worldview, there were only two types of won: those who could be bedded for their beauty and others who could be bedded for their benefits.
Clearly, if he had slept with the woman in front of him, it must have been for her beauty. Harry Collins had slept with too many won to rember when he had been with her.
“Or did you have plastic surgery?” looking at her delicate and flawless features without any signs of stiffness, Harry Collins couldn’t help but sigh, “I really can’t rember.”
However, Victoria replied indifferently, “In a mont, I’ll make you rember.”
“No need, we can just chat here if there’s sothing you want to say.” Harry Collins didn’t know the kind of danger he was facing; he even thought that the little charr in front of him was just pretending, and the gun she held might just be a toy from sowhere. After all, it’s illegal to possess firearms in Authority Country. It seed to him that she had put in quite so effort just to get his attention.
Bla it on Harry Collins’ excessive self-confidence; no matter where he went, people would give way to his status as the Third Young Master Collins.
Seeing his attitude, Victoria Garcia didn’t bother with idle talk, and ordered, “Howard, handcuff him and throw him down.”
As Victoria’s command fell, a figure quickly erged from behind her and handcuffed Harry Collins with a speed he had never seen before.
“Are you the police?” Harry Collins could hardly believe it. In Authority Country, soone actually dared to handcuff him – it was outrageous. “Aside from enjoying voluntary won, I, the Third Young Master Collins, haven’t committed any serious sins. You’d better release now. Otherwise, when my family gets involved, you won’t be able to get away.”
With just a glance from Victoria, Howard stuffed sothing into Harry’s mouth to gag him.
“Officer, I swear I didn’t commit any cri. I’m not a prostitute. I was just playing with him. That’s not illegal, is it? I really haven’t committed any cri…” Scared, Aubrey collapsed to the ground, her legs going limp, not even rembering to put on her clothes, as she sobbed and begged for rcy on the floor.
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