Chapter 2: He greedily smelled the fragrance of her hair

The crumpled ball hit Avila's handsome face and bounced off.

He stood still, not moving, silently accepting her anger.

Lara lifted the covers and stood on the bed, looking down at him with contempt, "I told you to get out, do you hear me? The Morris Family doesn't welcome someone like you, ungrateful and heartless!"

Intense hatred and disgust.

Although she had known this day would come, her heart couldn't help but tighten when facing it for real.

Avila remained indifferent, "Why Miss Bellach a good opportunity because of temporary anger? The price I'm offering far exceeds the market value."

A mocking smile appeared on the girl's beautiful face, "Bargaining with the tiger, Mr. Avila, I don't want to be sold by you and end up counting money for you. You don't have to worry about the surgery fees anymore."

Avila sneered lightly, "Sell to me, and you can continue being the glamorous Miss Morris. If you sell to someone else, you'll be no different from the ladies at the clubhouse."

The ladies at the clubhouse...

"You must be very pleased, Avila!"

Lara raised her hand to cover her forehead, hiding her expression, and her voice carried a hint of ruthlessness, "Everything is within your calculations, but... there's one thing you're definitely underestimating."

He calmly raised his gaze.

With intense and provocative words, she coldly laughed, "That is, I would rather become a prostitute at The Brass Baker than sell my shares to a heartless scum like you!"

"... "

A sinister look clouded his handsome face, and his voice turned as cold as ice, "Eight percent of the shares won't affect the Morris Group's layout, but it can give you a chance to-"

"Life that can be squandered, is still better than being mistreated by a man..."

Smack!

Before the man could finish speaking, Lara angrily walked to the side of the bed, looked down at him, and slapped him hard, causing his handsome face to turn to one side.

Lara was so angry that her whole body trembled, pointing her finger at him, "Get out! Just get out!"

Avila licked his lips and touched the spot where he was slapped, looking at the girl who was so close by.

She was still furious, her beautiful face flushed with anger, her stunning gaze fixed on him.

"Lara."

He called her name softly.

A licentious smirk appeared on his handsome face, his expression cold and his thin lips curved into a wild smile. "You dare to attack a despicable scum; don't you know that scum always takes advantage and never loses?"

Lara, "..."

What?

Before she could react, the man grabbed her wrist and forcefully pulled her into his embrace.

A flip and Avila pressed her underneath him.

The smell of alcohol overwhelmed Lara, causing her to feel dizzy.

Avila half-supported his body with one arm, not really resting on her body. Their eyes met, close enough to exchange each other's breath.

He was slightly drunk.

Her fragrance was enticing.

Thunder roared and lightning flashed, the dim light creating a hazy atmosphere. The woman beneath him had shed her usual pride, and she looked at him nervously and angrily, her long eyelashes projecting innocence and beauty.

"Lara..."

He habitually reached out and touched her silky hair, his voice low and gentle, whispering like between lovers, "Don't provoke me, you know, be obedient and you won't have to suffer any punishments, otherwise..."

He didn't continue his words but lowered his head and tugged at her long hair, greedily smelling it like an addict.

"..."

Lara was speechless, horrified.

What is he doing?

He's gone mad!

Truly gone mad!

In their ten years of being together, she had never been this afraid of him before.