Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 508

"Who are you?" Liya was extremely nervous, and she asked cautiously.

"Don't be afraid, little beauty. I'll play with you tonight. I promise I'll make you feel good." The plump man quickly approached her and was breathing heavily as he spoke. He then stretched out his hand to grab her.

"Don't come near me." Liya felt cold all over and her voice began to tremble.

The man chuckled and pounced on her, as if he was an eagle pouncing on its prey.

"Ah, help me." By then, Liya had completely understood that she had been set up by Zoella.

She had already fallen into her trap that day.

"Hansen, save me, save me." Liya shouted in horror and turned around to avoid the man's hand.

The man seemed to be very interested in her resistance and the louder she screamed, the more excited he became.

Under the dim light, Liya saw that the man was only wearing shorts. His fleshy skin was flushed red and his eyes were bloodshot. It was as if he was a hungry wolf that was currently staring at a trembling little lamb.

However, he wasn't in a rush to devour her. He simply chased after her, enjoying the sight of her panicked helplessness.

Liya was extremely terrified. She did everything she could to dodge that man in the room.

It was a cat-and-mouse game. After playing a few rounds, the man obviously lost interest and became a little impatient. He reached out and picked up a whip from the table.

"No." Liya stared in terror at the whip in the man's hands, as he viciously swung it towards her. She let out a miserable cry.

Hearing her scream, the man became extremely excited, and he hit even harder.

"Ah, don't." A gut- wrenching pain shot towards Liya's limbs. She cried out miserably and tried her best to avoid it.

Gradually, Liya no longer had the energy to move. She just collapsed on the floor with her clothes dyed red with blood.

The man then put down the whip and laughed.

"Little beauty, you should've been more obedient from the start. Don't worry, I'll make you feel good right away." He opened his mouth wide and touched the blood at the corner of her mouth with his big fingers. He then licked it with his mouth

and chuckled.

"If you touch me, I'll tell Hansen. He definitely won't let you off." Liya's heart was as cold as ice, and she had no choice but to bring Hansen up, hoping that he would let her off.

Soon, she knew that she was just saying unrealistic things. Not to mention that Hansen had been drugged by her. Even if he wasn't drugged, he wouldn't have come to rescue her either. She had been set up by Zoella. So, how would anyone come to save her? Even if she died there that day, no one would know. She was disheartened upon realizing that!

"Hansen? Do you think he will come and save you? He can't even protect himself now. So, why would he save you?" The man started laughing hideously. "Zoella gifted you for me to play with. Let me tell you. From now on, you'll have to serve me obediently. Who knows, I might even take you as my second wife if I feel like it."

As the man said that, he reached out and grabbed Liya and threw her onto the bed.

After being flung so heavily onto the bed, Liya's head felt dizzy, and soon after, she began to cry bitterly.

"If you dare to touch me, I'll take you down with me tonight." She raised her tearful eyes and threatened fiercely.

The man chuckled, admiring her current expression. He picked up the rope beside him and reached out a hand to grab her.

"Don't." Liya cried out in terror and flailed her limbs.

The man's strong and chubby hand quickly caught her hands and tied them up.

He stood by the bed and seemed to be a little tired of entertaining her with such games.

After a while, he picked her up, as if he was picking up a chick, and walked towards a swing frame that had been set up in the room.

He placed Liya on the swing frame with flashing red eyes. He then separated her legs and tied them to the ropes on the sides. Soon, all of her clothes were taken off.

Liya's face was pale, and she continuously screamed out in pain.

The man's eyes were bloodshot. He chuckled, picked up a towel from the table, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Liya's eyes widened in terror and tears streamed down her face.

She had fallen into Zoella's trap.

That vicious woman had schemed against her.

She was going to be ruined by that man tonight.

The man's eagle-like eyes stared at every inch of her body while caressing her with his chubby hands. "Little beauty, don't be afraid. You will feel very good soon."

Liya's entire body was trembling. After she was attacked time and time again by the splitting pain, she fainted...

"Haha." Zoella stood at the front of the TV of the private lounge and watched the surveillance footage of Oscar assaulting Liya on the screen while laughing crazily.

Liya wanted to set Hansen up and become Mrs. Richards. She even wanted to betray her. So, right then, Zoella wanted her to have a taste of agony.

She already had an agreement with Oscar that if she gave Liya for him to play with, she wouldn't have to serve him everyday. Fortunately, Liya was quite pretty, which made Oscar, who lusted after Zoella initially, to turn his attention to Liya, and he immediately agreed in satisfaction.

Therefore, it wasn't difficult for him to deal with a woman like Zoella.

"You deceived me?" Upon realizing that she had fallen into Hansen's trap, Zoella could only glare at him.

"It's just a piece of cake to trick you, since you have it coming." Hansen's hand gradually tightened. Zoella's expression changed, as the pain on her wrist worsened.

"Quickly, tell me. Where is the evidence of you framing Jenna?" Hansen bellowed angrily.

After shooting a glance at him, Zoella suddenly burst into a hysterical and maniacal laughter. It was a laugh that was filled with joy and contentment.

Hansen was alarmed when he heard that.

From her wild laughter, he could hear her joy of revenge, her deranged mind, her sin and her madness.

That woman's heart was already twisted.

A woman like that was the most terrifying. It caused all of Hansen's hairs to stand on end.

"Hansen, you sent someone into my office to try to find evidence of me framing your wife. Hmph, if this evidence can be found so easily by you, would there be a need for me to frame her?" Zoella held back her laughter, pulled back her hand, and said with a cold expression.

Hansen's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes were as bright as lightning.

"If you have a grudge against the Richards Group, then come at me. Jenna has never offended you. How can you bear to harm her?" he shouted in a stern voice.

"Haha." Zoella laughed again. She recalled the scene of Oscar humiliating her again, and tears started to well in her eyes. "Hansen, you're too naive. Only in this way would it be exciting and enjoyable, is it not?"

"Zoella, in the past, your father was defeated by the Richards Group. Do you really want history to repeat itself?" Hansen's face was very gloomy. That day, if she hadn't had a thing over him, and if it wasn't because he hadn't found sufficient evidence, he would have handed her to the police immediately. Nevertheless, he knew clearly that it was useless to hand her to the police right then. So far, he had no evidence to prove the crimes she had committed.

That woman's means were really better than her

father's.

Father? When Zoella recalled her deceased father, the muscles on her face twisted even more, and her nails sank into her flesh.

"That's right. My father lost to you guys and died because of you guys, but that doesn't mean that I'll lose to you guys. It's because my father is so kind that he ended up like that." Zoella's face was full of arrogance and sadness, but she spoke adamantly.

Hansen drew closer to her. "Zoella, in the business world, it will always be the survival of the fittest. Your father didn't adapt to the development of the market and lost, this is how competition in the business field works, and it has nothing to do with anyone. As for your father, how could you blame the Richards family for the fact that he couldn't figure things out and got sick? What does this have to do with the Richards Group?"

The hatred in Zoella's eyes was gradually replaced by a burning fire. She looked at the handsome face of the man in front of her. In an instant, she became obsessed and intoxicated, to the point that she could not even extricate herself from it. She did not listen to what Hansen had said at all.