CHAPTER 14: CHAPTER 14: ETHAN GRANT SAVES YVETTE ASTON

Yvette Aston’s knuckles whitened as she gripped her fingers tightly.

"Yvette, how much for one night?"

"What are you wearing? Filthy, where’s your dress?"

"Hurry up and strip off those clothes, we like you best when you’re naked."

Their words were too filthy.

Yvette felt that these people were even dirtier than herself.

"Stop it, today’s Charlotte Summers’ birthday." Someone quietly reminded.

Only then did everyone go over to wish the birthday star a happy birthday.

"Yvette, today is also your birthday, remember?" Charlotte Summers said faintly.

Yvette didn’t speak, like she was mute.

"Have you gone mute?" Claudia Bell was also present, stepping forward to push Yvette.

Yvette lost her balance and fell into the arms of the man behind her.

"Tom Ziegler, look, your white moonlight is throwing herself at you!"

"Tom, didn’t you like her back in high school? Now hurry up and take the chance, she only needs money now."

A few people teased Tom Ziegler.

Tom Ziegler looked at Yvette with disgust, his face full of revulsion. "When did I ever like her, don’t make me sick."

Yvette was already used to it.

These people, all of them were villains.

But they weren’t self-aware.

Back in high school, Tom Ziegler started pursuing her from the first year, but now he was bullying her along with these people.

"Tom, we’ll leave her to you, you play with her first tonight, take her away." The rich heir teased with a smile.

Jayden Grant just watched like that, saying nothing, walking to Charlotte Summers’ side and speaking softly. "She’s here, can you obediently come back to the hospital with me now? Don’t be stubborn."

Charlotte Summers smiled with satisfaction, reaching out for Jayden Grant to hold her.

Jayden Grant coaxed helplessly. "Alright, I’ll carry you back to the hospital, okay?"

Yvette just watched, watched Jayden Grant ignore her and take Charlotte Summers away.

She wanted to leave, but Claudia Bell and a few rich heirs stopped her in the room.

Tonight, it was not Charlotte Summers’ birthday party.

But... a hellish revelry.

Jayden Grant, in order to make Charlotte Summers happy, to coax her back to the hospital, sold her to these people.

He knew full well these people would torment her to death.

"Let me go..." Yvette’s voice was hoarse, speaking chokingly.

She wanted to leave, but how could these lunatics let her go.

The high school bullying, the beatings and humiliation in prison, every scene was hellish.

"Want to leave? Can’t handle it?" A rich heir blocked Yvette, pointing at the wine on the table. "Drink this bottle of wine, and I’ll let you go."

Tom Ziegler frowned slightly. "Don’t go too far."

"Still say you don’t like her, Tom, if you like her, then go for it."

"Tom, you must clean her inside and out, she already had a child, you want to be a stepdad?"

"Hahahaha..."

Yvette only felt unstable, pushing away the people around her, trying to escape.

Claudia Bell had someone restrain Yvette, took that bottle of whiskey, and poured it over Yvette’s head.

A group of people jeered.

"Wow, nice figure, so skinny yet still has a chest."

Her clothes were soaked, and those men were saying disgusting things.

They were pawing at Yvette with no respect whatsoever.

Yvette stood numbly in place, reaching out to snatch the bottle from Claudia Bell’s hand.

"Bang!" A crisp sound.

Yvette forcefully smashed the bottle onto her own head.

The glass bottle shattered, blood gushed from her forehead, dripping from her chin.

For an instant, everyone went silent.

Yvette’s voice was raspy, her eyes bloodshot red. "Is that enough?"

No one said anything.

Everyone thought Yvette was crazy.

Yvette picked up another bottle, raising her hand to smash it on her head, but was grabbed by Tom Ziegler and thrown aside. "You’re fucking crazy?"

Yvette wiped the blood flowing into her eyes, her face small and pale.

Turning, she walked step by step toward the door.

Finally, no one dared to stop her.

Just as she walked out the door of the suite, her vision went black, and she fell into a man’s solid arms.

"Help me..." Her voice was very weak, probably genuinely not wanting to die.

"Mr. Grant!" A few business partners rushed up in panic, wondering where the drunk came from.

But when they saw Ethan Grant’s white shirt was covered in blood, everyone became scared.

Ethan Grant... has a very serious cleanliness obsession!

Ethan Grant furrowed his brow, looking down at the woman who had fallen into his arms.

A coincidence? Or did she do it on purpose?

"Mr. Grant!" The assistant rushed over, trying to push Yvette away.

But was stopped by Ethan Grant’s instinctive raised hand.

Seeing Yvette’s face full of blood, Ethan Grant’s heart inexplicably tightened.

Cradling Yvette in his arms, Ethan Grant spoke in a low voice. "Check out who’s in the room, call the police! Come with me to the hospital!"

The partners looked at Ethan Grant in shock.

"Doesn’t Mr. Grant have a cleanliness obsession?"

"Heard any woman who approaches him gets thrown out."

"What’s going on today? Being so kind-hearted?"