Chapter 385

She looked good, had a curvy figure, and a good temperament, and

she was indeed a rich lady.

"Come on. Sit down quickly." Hale stood up from the sofa, very satisfied

with Poppy's appearance. In particular, she was so young.

He couldn't be happier.

Tyrell said lightly, "Mr. King, I've sent my daughter to you. I hope you

can keep your promise and transfer the money as soon as possible."

"Okay, that's for sure. I'll transfer it now. I won't deceive you."

Hale hurriedly said.

“Then thank you, Mr. King." Mrs. Maskelyne couldn't help but laughing.

"Honey, let's go, don't bother Mr. King and Poppy."

"Honey, you're right.” Tyrell curled his lips and looked at the 300 million

that had just been on his account. "Mr. King, do whatever you want."

His tone of voice was extremely meaningful.

It was extremely harsh to Poppy's ears, and she felt that in Tyrell's

heart, she was not a daughter at all, but a pawn that could be

exchanged for money.

She felt extremely uncomfortable, as if there were many steel needles

stabbing her heart at the same time.

The pain was so intense that she almost suffocated.

She covered her chest in agony. She wanted to escape but had

nowhere to go.

Was this really her fate?

Did she have to resign herself to being at the mercy of others, having

no dignity, human rights, or her own ideas!

After sending Mr. and Mrs. Maskelyne away, Hale sent away all the

servants in the living room.

"No one can step here without my order.”

At these words, the servants immediately went back to their own

rooms.

In the large living room, only Poppy and Hale were left.

Seeing the man's pot belly and ugly face, Poppy retched.

She said reluctantly and indignantly, "Mr. King, I was forced. Please

spare me."

“You are the lady I bought at a cost of 300 million. How can I let you

go?" Mr. King rubbed his hands together and smiled evilly.

“It would be best if you could give me a son.”

"Bah! You're dreaming!" Poppy scolded him in anger.

The man approached step by step towards the young girl and began to

undress as he walked.

"Baby, come on, I'll let you know how great I am in bed!"

The flesh on his stomach trembled as he walked.

Poppy couldn't help but want to throw up, she closed her eyes and

looked at the man. "If you dare to come over again, I'll call the police!"

“Just do it to see if the police come."

The man wasn't fear.

His hairy hand pressed onto Poppy's shoulder, and Poppy immediately

slapped him away.

Her heart was racing.

Why hadn't Sylvia and Franklin come? Even one of them!

The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became, so she

simply ran towards the door. She couldn't just sit there and wait for

someone to come. She could only protect herself.

The sound of the potbellied man's footsteps came from behind her, and

she had just run a few steps when she slumped to the ground.

Damn, there was witch roofie in this house.

Hale stepped closer to her, squatted down in front of her, raised his

hand and cupped her chin. “Want to escape? It's not that easy! " said

the man who began to unbuckle his belt. When the belt slipped, his

pants ... was also thrown aside by him.

Poppy desperately shook her head, a pair of large eyes full of

helplessness and despair. "Please spare me..."

“It's useless to beg me! I'm going to fuck you!" Hale cursed.

Just then, there was a loud bang!

Hale was shocked.

He looked towards the door.

He saw that the door of the living room was kicked open.

A tall woman stepped in.

The woman was dressed in white.

Her delicate features and face were unforgettable.

Her sharp eyes sent a chill.

She wore a pair of white high heels on her feet, which set off her

powerful and imposing aura.

Poppy struggled to get off of Hale the moment she saw Sylvia, her big

beautiful eyes filled with tears. "Sylvia!

“You're Franklin's wife, huh?" His lecherous gaze fell on Sylvia.

It had been known to all that Franklin's secret wife was Sylvia, who was

not only a piano master, but also a master of painting and calligraphy,

and had invested in a movie!

Hale never thought she looked more beautiful than in the photo.

His voice sounded disgusting. "Another beautiful lady, are you going to

sleep with me? It's better for us to have a three-way. That will be really

great!"

Sylvia looked at Hale coldly, and even just a glance made her feel sick.

"Rubbish! You're not worthy to inhale the same air as me at all!"

"You are nothing! How dare you talk to me like that?" Hale's face

changed as he reached out and grabbed Poppy's neck, “Look carefully,

this woman was sold to me by Tyrell and his wife. I can do whatever I

want!"

Poppy could hardly breathe. With her face red, she couldn't help but

cough violently.

The man pinched her neck hard, making it aimost impossible for her to

breathe.

Just then, Sylvia sneered and a stunning smile blossomed on her pretty

face.

Hale was amazed.

He hadn't even seen clearly how Sylvia initiated an attack!

The next second!

Sylvia was inches away from him!

She kicked him hard on his chest!

He felt a huge pain in his chest, and before he could react, he was

slammed heavily into the wall not far behind him.

The pain made him scream out loud.

"Ouch! It hurts! Guards!"

"No one will come! No one will save you!"

Suddenly.

A cold male voice rang out from the doorway.

Hale's eyes widened in disbelief as he saw a tall man in a black suit

and pants approaching him with intimidating steps.

His natural fear of Franklin made him tremble. “Franklin, Franklin?"

Franklin came in front of him, slowly lifted his foot and stepped on his

chest hard. He looked at Hale expressionlessly. "Hale, where did you

get the gall to touch my sister?"

The blood continued to gush out from the corners of Hale's lips.

As Franklin stepped harder, more blood gushed out from Hale's mouth.

Hale only felt that he couldn't get enough oxygen.

The pain in his chest was unbearable.

“Let ... go of me! It's your father and mother ... They sold Poppy to me.

It's not my fault..."

Blood kept gushing out from Hale's mouth. His voice was broken, and

he seemed to be dying.