CHAPTER 225: CHAPTER 225: TOUCH ME, AND YOU WON’T EVEN KNOW HOW YOU DIE.

Director Chapman was clearly enraged.

Things like unspoken rules, how big of a deal are they in this industry?

As long as you’re in this circle, you need to have this understanding!

What are you pretending to be noble in front of me for?

"I’ve changed the conditions! As long as you two stay with me for two days, I can pretend the earlier incident didn’t happen!" He grabbed Summer Sutton’s wrist, seeming to want to pull her into his embrace.

Summer Sutton was already repulsed by these things, and his new conditions made her feel sick to her stomach.

Isn’t one enough? He still wants a threesome?

Ariella Sawyer was clearly also very resistant to such things; not many self-respecting girls would do such a filthy trade.

Feeling her dignity had been greatly insulted, Ariella’s face darkened, and she scolded, "Let her go!"

"I won’t!" Director Chapman sneered coldly, not only refusing to let go of Summer Sutton but instead pulling her closer to his side.

He seemed to want to kiss her, and goosebumps rose all over Summer’s body.

She tried to struggle but couldn’t break free. In her panic, she wanted to kick him, but beside her, Ariella did something even more violent.

Ariella was already quite bold; when her temper flared, she didn’t care anymore.

She picked up a wine bottle from the table and smashed it over Director Chapman’s head.

"I said let her go, didn’t you hear? Who cares about being in your film? In this industry, it’s fine if you have no ambition. My income is enough for me; I don’t need the vanity gained by selling my body!"

She hit hard; Director Chapman ducked, but it didn’t hit the back of his head—his forehead took the blow instead.

Blood flowed immediately.

Touching his forehead with his fingertips and seeing the bright red blood on his hand, he was pretty shaken.

"You’ve got guts! Today, I’m determined to have her, what about it?" He swept his menacing gaze over Ariella, pushing her away. Ariella staggered back a few steps, her forehead thudding against the edge of the table.

The man’s strength was great; she hit hard as well, and her forehead started bleeding immediately.

Ariella was in pain, nearly passing out.

"Ariella!" Summer Sutton wanted to rush over to check on her but was yanked back by Director Chapman.

His large hand clamped her wrist as he dragged her toward the restaurant’s exit.

Ariella’s manager was still there, but considering Ariella’s future, stood paralyzed, uncertain of what to do.

Ariella wanted to stop him but was too dizzy; she tried to stand up but fell back to the ground.

Summer Sutton was still being dragged out by Director Chapman.

No matter how hard she struggled, Summer couldn’t break free, feeling cornered, and her mind went blank.

As she passed other tables, she groped for something and smashed it against Director Chapman’s head.

She grabbed a vase, crystal material, with a heavy base.

The force of her blow was significant.

Director Chapman was thoroughly provoked by her.

Unbothered by the fact they’re still outside the restaurant, he hauled Summer into his car, intending to assault her directly.

Summer Sutton was panic-stricken; even with her courage, being dragged into a car by a man like this rendered her unable to stay calm.

When the car door closed, Summer Sutton felt despair.

She shrank back slightly, coldly watching the man undress, and warned, "You can’t touch me! If you do, it’s not just about not being able to survive in this industry—you won’t even know how you died!"

She’s just a small assistant, would a renowned director like Chapman be afraid of her?

Not a word of what Summer Sutton said was taken seriously by him.

"I really want to know, if I touch you, exactly how will I die?"