Chapter 3 Help me,please
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The man stopped a few centimeters from her and she could see his strong pecs under his shirt.
It was so close that Fabiola didn't dare to breathe, she only had to breathe and the man could feel how fast her heart was beating at the moment.
"So, that's your last straw?" Lorenzo snickered.
The man's hot breath sprayed on her face and Fabiola tried to back away, but there was no longer a gap between her back and the wall.
" Carlos," the man said towards the outside.
Fabiola didn't know what the man was calling his assistant in for and she didn't dare to make a move.
"Introduce the young lady to some of the media, she has something on her hands that she wants to break." The man instructed to his assistant.
Fabiola's eyes widened, what did he mean by that?
Scaring her?
Fabiola clenched her fists and questioned, "You don't believe I have the video in my hands?"
"Why not? Of course I believe you came prepared." Fabiola was even more puzzled as she tried to push the man away, to find out what this man was trying to play, only before her small hands could touch his chest, they were clamped down by a large pair of hands.
The man lowered his head to her ear and taunted, "But, do you think, I'd be afraid?"
An electric current crawled up her spine and Fabiola pushed him away with all her strength, and just as the man froze, she quickly took her phone out of her bag.
The video she had imported into her phone long ago and had edited it on the way here to make sure she didn't show her own face so as not to expose herself.
She opened the draft box of short videos, selected the one titled "A night with the incompetent CEO" and put her finger on the send button.
“Give me my bracelet or I’ll press the send button.”She held up her phone and threatened.
Lorenzo's eyes showed mockery as he saw the video, but the expression on his face remained unchanged.
Getting all sort of threats from women weren’t new to him…they did all sort of things…cause all sort of scandals so that they can be his Bride.
No woman had ever succeeded in the past, and last night, because of the drugs and the woman's peculiarities, he had been distracted for a moment and had not searched the woman's background in the first place.
He had thought this woman was a trap set by his stepmother to find something on him, but the information showed that this woman was not even remotely related to his stepmother.
But he hadn't expected this woman to be prepared, so the bracelet in her hand must not be her own either. It's not as if women are so resourceful that they can't do theft.
The thought of this made Lorenzo's eyes as cold as freezing wind.
A video is not a threat to him, but to herself ... "Do whatever you want. "He urged.
Fabiola swallowed.
How can he be so annoying?!Well…she also had nothing to lose.
She was going to die soon and she wasn’t popular at all.
And he wouldn’t dare blame her for the consequences because he pushed her to.
She clicked the send button and took a deep breath.
She glanced at Lorenzo who had sat back in his place and was now looking at her as if she was a clown.
After all this, Fabiola felt her strength being drained from her body. She had the impression that rich people were most afraid of scandals, especially s*x scandals, but this man was not playing by the rules.
She had to risk doing so, but the last card that belonged to her was gone... wait, all she had to do now was wait for public opinion.
She was waiting for him to give in and ask her to tell the public that the video was a malicious edit and not the truth.
Hoowever, the process was exceptionally torturous, she felt her palms sweating while the man remained graceful as a prince and she was just the clown who had come to please him.
It seemed like a century had passed, and just as Fabiola felt like she was going to faint, her phone started flashing ceaselessly as if it had been hit by a virus.
She opened her phone with glee, but those messages stabbed her heart.
“You b***h!How dare you spend the night with Don Lorenzo….”
She quickly hung up.
Who the hell was that?
Her phone rang out again…
This time it was a different number…
She swallowed and picked up again.
“I’m going to find you and oh you’ll be sorry for spending….”
She hung up again…
This voice sounded different from the first person’s.
Her phone rang out and this time,it was a different number again.
She slowly sat up.
How are these different people getting her number?
Well,a man like him must have a lot of admirers.
She didn’t expect that they had all dug up her personal information already.
Her phone beeped…
It was a text now.
Unknown:You had better stay hidden…when I set my eyes on you…you will pay for being that intimate with my man.
She swallowed as more texts popped in.
She was getting death threats now?
Oh God.
She had thought nobody would care to know who she was.
She had thought all the focus would mainly be on Lorenzo.
But now…everyone was coming for her…
It was as if she had committed a grave sin.
Fabiola's phone dropped to the floor; she couldn't understand the current situation... Even if no one really killed her, she would be spat on when she went out.
She almost forgot how harsh this society is on women, even if she was forced to have s*x with men, she would still be labeled as a slut. Not to mention that this man was the president of the Prestige Group, and everything she did was considered a gold-digger who would do anything to marry into a rich family.
"What's wrong? What are you panicking about? Is that not what you expected?" Lorenzo looked at her as if he had known the result and watched her gloatingly.
Growing up in slums, Fabiola had long forgotten about dignity when she was a child, and she had seen something worse in order to survive.
What's more, her priority now was to find her parents. Since people on the Internet could find her number, sooner or later they would also how she looks like.
On such thought, she took a deep breath, immediately hugging Lorenzo's thigh and crying, "Please...I know you can take care of this...you have the power to...please...I will do anything you want."
Since he let her to spread the video, he must have a way to delete the video.
Lorenzo went stiff. He had seen different kinds of women, but it was his first time to see such a cheeky one. She acted like a fighter who wanted to beat him to death when she just entered, but now she bowed down so quickly... ju
That’s interesting. As if being reminded of something, Lorenzo who was always expressionless suddenly squeezed a meaningful smile.
“I could clear your reputation and even ensure your safety.”
Joy and hope shimmered within her.
“Really?”
“On one condition.”He announced.
She sighed. She just knew there’s no such thing as a free lunch, but what else she could offer to him?
Other than her sexy body...
Fabiola couldn't help but shiver at the thought of it.
Maybe he wants to...?
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