Chapter 994: Chapter 994

“Do you … want me to-” Betty’s voice trembled, her breath quickening.

Tristan remained calm, tilting his head. He stared at her with an enticing gaze that hid his desire.

Betty understood. If she didn’t make some sacrifice tonight, she probably wouldn’t get the medicine back.

But for her, it didn’t matter. She was well-versed in dealing with men in bed. Moreover, Tristan was young and handsome, comparable to the male models she knew. It wasn’t a bad deal.

“I get it. What men want is nothing more than this.”

Blushing, Betty began to unbutton her dress.

Soon, all the buttons were undone, and her dress slid down. Standing in front of Tristan, she was now in sexy wine-red lace underwear.

“Now we can-”

“Ms. Betty, what are you doing?”

Tristan laughed disdainfully, completely unaffected. “Is your mind always filled with thoughts about doing this with men daily? When did I say I wanted to sleep with you?”

Betty felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her body shook all over. Her face turned as red as a tomato under extreme shame.

“Are you … playing with me?”

Tristan shook his head. “You misunderstood, Ms. Betty.

Furious and embarrassed, Betty was about to bend down to pick up her dress when Tristan’s voice sounded.

“I want you to kneel in front of me and beg me. Beg me to give it to you.”

Betty was so angry at his words that she forgot to put on her clothes. Her lips quivered as she uttered, “W-What did you say?”

“Which word didn’t you hear clearly? I don’t think I need to repeat.

myself.”

Tristan pointed down to the ground. “Ms. Betty, this is your only chance. Can you bear to watch your mother be tormented by addiction? I think Madam Sophia won’t last much longer.”

Unknown to both Tristan and Betty, Alyssa was sitting in her study, wearing a clay mask, watching the hospital’s internal footage on her computer screen.

Their interactions and conversations were fully exposed to her.

Initially, when Betty had stripped herself, Alyssa’s clay mask had almost cracked.

Now, with Tristan causing more trouble, her mask was shattered.

Alyssa frowned with a hint of deep contemplation.

In the next moment, an extremely satisfying scene unfolded before her eyes.

Trembling, the half-naked Betty bent down and shamefully knelt in front of Tristan.

When did the third child of the prestigious Beckett family ever experience such humiliation?

However, it was nothing compared to Betty being severely beaten by Landon, almost disfiguring her face.

Alyssa sighed, shaking her head in helplessness. “This guy has done something extra.”

Betty walked out of the hospital with the stainless steel box in her hands. Her steps were heavy, as if weights bound her.

She screamed and shouted as if going mad as soon as she got into the car. She forcefully tangled her hair into a mess with both hands, yet she couldn’t contain the anger raging in her heart.

Betty haphazardly pulled a cigarette from her designer bag, placing it between her pale lips. Her hands trembled as she struck the lighter multiple times before managing to ignite the cigarette.

She smoked three cigarettes in a row before finally calming herself down.