Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

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Chapter 1203 What Was He Trying to Do?

He didn't seem to care about her calling the police at all. Who on earth was he? He wasn't even afraid of the police.

Was he a gangster?

Beryl touched the phone and her palm was already sweaty. However, she did not dare to act rashly.

The car drove into an underground parking lot and finally stopped. The driver opened the door for the man. Her

body was not even restricted, but Beryl knew that she could not run away.

Seeing the man walking towards the elevator, Beryl stood rooted to the spot. Behind her, the man in black pushed

her hard on the shoulder. "Hurry up!"

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Beryl had no choice but to follow him into the elevator.

They went all the way up and stopped on the third floor. The elevator door opened, and the high-class carpet was

under their feet. The golden wallpaper showed a luxurious atmosphere, and there were dim and ambiguous yellow

lights on both sides of the corridor.

Although Beryl was afraid, she did not completely lose her mind. She was still observing everything here.

After taking a few steps, the group of people stopped in front of a private room. Someone pushed the door open

and the man walked in with Beryl. The further in they went, the louder the music became.

When she entered the private room, she found that the place was nearly 200 square meters. There was a bar

counter, a karaoke bar, and even a pool.

The people sitting in the middle of the room were accompanied by a sexy woman respectively in revealing clothes.

Beryl had never been to such an occasion before. She was stunned, especially when she accidentally saw the men

and women kissing each other. She immediately looked away.

As soon as she turned around, she met Marcellus's deep eyes. She flushed and felt uncomfortable all over. He

didn't know if it was because her acting skills were too good or if she was really ignorant.

When the people in the room saw Marcellus coming in, they all stood up and greeted him politely. It was not difficult

to tell that these people were very respectful and even afraid of him.

The men were toasting and laughing, while the women were sitting quietly by the side, stroking their hair in

coquetry. Their eyes were glued to Marcellus.

The door of the private room was closed again. Beryl stood uneasily in the corner, and the anxiety instantly

overwhelmed her. The tension that had surrounded her for a whole year in her third year of high school was

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magnified several times, lingering in her mind.

Her heart was beating fast. She saw that someone was looking at her unfriendly. It was an extremely greasy and

lustful gaze, which gave her the illusion that she was naked.

Beryl wanted to escape, but there was nowhere to run. His men must be guarding outside the door.

"This man... What does he want to do?" She thought.

As time went by, five minutes seemed to be half a century for her, who was in a state of panic.

Just as she was hesitating over whether or not she should go up and make things clear to Marcellus, a man

suddenly stood up from the sofa and walked up to her with unsteady steps after drinking.

"Why are you standing there? Go and sit down..." As soon as the man opened his mouth, she smelled the pungent

smell of alcohol.

Beryl turned her head away slightly. Her voice was so soft that only she could hear it. "No, no need."