I’m A Member Of The Cirillo Family
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Valencia was never the one to make a stupid decision, but she had done so tonight. Corbyn had given her two of his well-trained guards so they could watch over her safety, but she had chosen to listen to rumors and ordered the bodyguard to stay back in the car.
Luckily for Valencia, while she was almost at her wit's end, the door suddenly opened.
Without hesitating, Valencia ignored her pain and discomfort and scurried out of the room.
Although what Valencia thought she was doing was rushing, in fact, her pace was only a tad faster than walking.
Valencia gripped the wall with a flustered, flushed face. Her breath came out in disarray due to discomfort.
Mr. Hunt's eyes darkened in lust and anger. How dare that b***h spray his face and try to run away? Does she think she could escape from him tonight? Never!
Mr. Hunt, as a regular of the HEX club, has the whole club in his palm. If he laid out his order, no one dared to make Valencia escape!
Seeing that Valencia was about to descend the stairs that'd lead her downstairs to the dancing crowd, Mr. Hunt quickly pointed at her and yelled. “Stop that b***h right there. She had just stolen an expensive watch of mine.”
Valencia's rationality had almost gone blank, and she was on the brink of collapsing, but she kept pushing herself.
Since Valencia had almost arrived at the stairs, she had thought that she'd be able to mingle with the dancing crowd and escape Mr. Hunt, but what she never expected was that Mr. Hunt would try to spin out a lie.
Mr. Hunt's yell immediately attracted the attention of many people dancing downstairs. Seeing that it was a top director like Mr. Hunt, everyone wanted to fawn over him.
Some of the men dancing immediately stopped and began to ascend the stairs instead, subconsciously blocking Valencia's path.
Valencia's hold on her purse tightened, and she couldn't help panicking.
Two handsome men in their late twenties stepped forward with fawning smiles on their faces; certainly, they were trying to fawn on Mr. Hunt and get on his good side.
One of the men in his early twenties patted his chest and boasted, “Mr. Hunt, relax. We'll help you capture that watch thief. I hope you'll remember to cast me in your next movie.” The man said, hoping to flatter Mr. Hunt.
The other nodded his head in agreement and attempted to capture Valencia.
Although they understood what was happening, they didn't care at all.
After all, isn't it about the famous Mr. Hunt sleeping with an ugly lady? The ugly lady should be happy that Mr. Hunt was attracted to trash like her.
A trace of disdain appeared on the two men's faces upon seeing Valencia's ugly face, but after seeing Valencia's smooth skin, their disdain disappeared and their mouths watered lustfully.
How can an ugly person like this be rewarded with such smooth skin?
Mr. Hunt stood straight and raised his neck in pride while trying to keep his professionalism. “As long as you get her here and let this be a secret between us, I'll put in both of you.” Mr. Hunt asserted confidently.
Upon hearing Mr. Hunt's words, the two eyes lit up in delight, and they patted their chests. “Don't worry, Mr. Hunt. Your work is done.” The men proclaimed with a beam.
Immediately, they turned towards Valencia and coldly bellowed. “Young lady, come on and quickly submit yourself to Mr. Hunt. How dare you steal Mr. Hunt's wristwatch?”
Valencia's face furrowed in panic. She kept slapping the men's hands away and trying to evade their touch. “Don't touch me; I'm a member of Cirillo's family,” Valencia yelled out, hoping her words would put a stop to the men's actions.
The men's faces scrunched up, and they eyed Valencia in disdain. This b***h really has high hopes.
Everyone knew the Cirillo couple only had the beautiful Aviva and impeccably handsome Corbyn Cirillo as their children. Where did this ugly trash come from? Does she think they were fools?
The man's eyes turned fierce immediately, and their actions became harsh. “You b***h still dared to lie? Do you think Cirillo's family has an ugly member in their family?” One of them retorted.
“If you're a member of the Cirillo family, then I'm a member of the Vandenberg's family.” The other man retorted.
A loud laugh invaded the passage immediately.
But in the next minute, the two snorted and grabbed Valencia harshly.
Immediately, they began to pull Valencia towards Mr. Hunt, regardless of Valencia's thrashing, pinching, and struggling.
Valencia's face paled; defeat, sadness, fear, and panic washed over her, and she bit her lower lip in defeat.
Is this how it'll end? After how she had tried to escape, will she end up being bed by that disgusting man? Tears welled up in Valencia's eyes immediately, but she quickly suppressed them.
Instead, she tried to yell while hoping that maybe a kind Samaritan would finally pay attention to her and help her.
“Help. Help. Somebody help.” Valencia set out to yell for help, but her voice ended up coming out in a panting whisper instead.
Mr. Hunt's face turned cold, and he raised his hand immediately.
PA!!!
A crisp slap landed on Valencia's face immediately, making her face whip to the side.
Mr. Hunt grabbed Valencia's chin harshly, causing her to wince in pain.
“You stupid b***h, I tried to help you boost your career, but you attempted to steal my things instead. Come with me; I'll call your manager to give me an explanation for this.”
Mr. Hunt articulated with righteousness upon seeing that what was ensuing between Valencia and him had begun to attract more people's attention.
To prevent his image from blackening, Mr. Hunt decided to stage a one-man play. After all, no one will believe Valencia, and it'll even make his image cleaner and make everyone hold hatred towards Valencia.
Hearing Mr. Hunt's words, everyone stopped paying attention to what was ensuing and continued to have fun.
Valencia immediately tried to push Mr. Hunt, all to no avail, and began to yell. “Let me go.”
A wicked smirk overtook Mr. Hunt's face, and he began to drag Valencia, who had no strength to resist, towards the VIP room he had booked. He'll definitely make sure this b***h doesn't have a good end, after all she made him pass through tonight.
Valencia's shoulder fell in defeat, and tears slipped past her cheeks as Mr. Hunt dragged her towards the door.
"STOP.” A deep masculine voice suddenly ordered in an authoritative voice before Mr. Hunt could successfully take Valencia into the room.
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