Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 21 Three Men



Forget about him. She drew out her mobile phone with an evil face, and sent Sara two photos via WeChat app. Then she blacklisted her directly. One of the photos was Mike trying to kiss her in the room. She took this photo with the camera opened in advance from a side. The other photo was the four men enjoying themselves.

Three minutes later, the prompt tone of Weibo rang. It was a private message from Sara. Oh, she forgot to blacklist her on Weibo!

"Fuck, Lola, you are really a bitch. What did you do to Mike?" Sara had been calling Mike, but it was always off. Lola had blacklisted her on WeChat, so Sara had to use Weibo to send this message.
Forget about him. She drew out her mobile phone with an evil face, and sent Sara two photos via WeChat app. Then she blacklisted her directly. One of the photos was Mike trying to kiss her in the room. She took this photo with the camera opened in advance from a side. The other photo was the four men enjoying themselves.

Three minutes later, the prompt tone of Weibo rang. It was a private message from Sara. Oh, she forgot to blacklist her on Weibo!

"Fuck, Lola, you are really a bitch. What did you do to Mike?" Sara had been calling Mike, but it was always off. Lola had blacklisted her on WeChat, so Sara had to use Weibo to send this message.

"What did I do to Mike? Bah, the jerk forced me and I was saved. Can't you see it?" Lola replied quickly. Anyway, as she could not fall asleep, she didn't mind playing with her.

"Nonsense. Mike will never love you, for you have slept with many men." Sara and Mike fell in love with each other when she was 15 years old. It was Lola who took away her man. Mike does not love this woman, but was only forced to be with her for the sake of Uncle Jacob's plan.

For three years when they were together, Mike kept ingratiating himself with Lola. As the best friend of Lola, she could only see her beloved one hugging another woman!

Fortunately, Mike always loved her. Even though he drugged Lola that night, she still believed that what hit his fancy was only the appearance of Lola. But she would never let her beloved man sleep with other women. Lola must be robbed of her most precious thing by an unknown man that night, ha-ha!

But, seeing the photo in her mobile phone where Mike was caressed pleasantly by three men, she even felt disgusting.

"Yes, so your man has not only slept with many women but also some men!"

"Tell me where he is!"

Lola, having achieved her aim, told an address to Sara with alacrity. Go ahead to save the "hero"! Don't worry. She would give Mike a chance to save his beauty, too...

Sara, who returned to Dreles just now, drove her car to SOHO Bar immediately, with hatred even burning in her heart.

The damned bitch. If Mike met with any mishap, she would not let Lola go!

When arriving at the fourth floor of SOHO Bar, Sara hurried to knock on the door of Room 405. The one who opened the door was rightly the black man in the photo. It seemed that he had just bathed, for he was wrapped in a towel. She was startled to hesitate for a while.

"Sorry, I knocked on the wrong door." Sara calmed herself down and decided to call the police first.

She called 110 inconspicuously in a corner and waited for policemen anxiously.

After a few minutes, she saw the policemen, together with many paparazzi.

Damned bitch, Lola even exposed this to paparazzi. If this was covered in news, Mike would be doomed!

In fact, Lola would feel wronged later when she knew this, for she did not tell this to paparazzi...

Over a dozen paparazzi started to take photos of Sara once they saw her, for she was the daughter of the Ellsworth family. Sara covered her face with her bag at first, but gave up then and walked to the policemen directly.

"Do you call the police?" One of the policemen asked seriously.

"Yes, my fiancé was kidnapped to this room." Sara answered straightforward.

When the policemen were handling this, the paparazzi were very cooperative not to ask anything, only taking photos and recording videos.

The policemen knocked at the door for a long time, but no one answered. Both the policemen looked at each other. Sara felt puzzled, too, not knowing what happened inside.

A policeman sent for the manager and forced him to open the door with the excuse of handling cases. The sound from the room made all the people trembled, for there were women's moan and men's groan of pleasure. The paparazzi thrust the policemen and Sara aside and broke into the room immediately.

In the messy room, there was a man on top of a woman. It was Mike. The one under him with blond hair and white skin was obviously a woman. Seeing what they had taken, all the paparazzi were stunned. Didn't she say being kidnapped?

What they saw was totally a live porn. When seeing the crowd breaking in, Mike became quite sober and promptly wrapped himself tightly with a blanket.

"Didn't you say your fiancé was kidnapped? It is obvious that he is having a sex trade!" The policemen squinted at the dumbstruck Sara, and then walked to the bedside to show Mike their certificates.

"We are policemen. Please come with us!"

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After a good night's sleep, Lola browsed Weibo news, only to find the latest headline with the name of Mike, which had become hot news.

Feeling a little puzzled, she clicked on it to check out details. The title was that Mike, Vice President of Ywood Group (originally Newman Group), was caught for sex trade with a blonde in a bar late at night.

Mike's fiancée called the police saying he was kidnapped. But he was actually trading sex and was then detained at a local police station.

In addition to whoring, it was also told by insiders that, before that, three African men got out from Mike's room.

Sara, the fiancée of Mike, an eligible bachelor, called the police saying her fiancé was kidnapped, but she was to catch adultery in fact.

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Oh, my god! She did drug Mike and find some strong men for him, and Sara called the police. But where did so many paparazzi come from, as well as this blonde?

Could it be Harry? It could only be him... It was really remarkable when boss took the field. Mike was immediately in bad odor. He was detained and Ywood Group's share price kept plummeting.

Lola continued to go to work on her little motorcycle, but she was prepared for being maltreated.

As expected, she was made to do a lot of cleaning, even including the warehouse, once Elaine arrived in the store.

As she had never done cleaning before, it was impossible for her to do it well. So she was scolded and forced to rework over and over again.

Just as Lola was decided to explode, there came an uninvited guest - Sara! Behind her were several women who looked like playgirls. They were obviously hostile.

"Cousin, call Lola over, that bitch!" Her voice which was louder than usual by a few decibels immediately drew the attention of all the staff in the store.

Lola came out from the warehouse with her head covered with dust. Before she stood firm, a slap hit on her face.

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Nothing could be heard except the light music in the apparel store.

"Slap!" Here was another ringing sound, leaving the store even quieter.

Covering her slapped cheek, Lola raised her hand and slapped back at once.

"Bitch! How dare you slap me? Look how Mike was inflicted by you! I must give you a lesson today, you bastard!" Sara learned that Lola was not Carl's biological daughter several years ago. She heard it when Carl told the truth to Catharine in his home. This stupid woman thought herself as a princess all the time. Shame on her.

Forgot obout hom. Sho drow out hor mobolo phono woth on ovol foco, ond sont Soro two photos voo WoChot opp. Thon sho blocklostod hor doroctly. Ono of tho photos wos Moko tryong to koss hor on tho room. Sho took thos photo woth tho comoro oponod on odvonco from o sodo. Tho othor photo wos tho four mon onjoyong thomsolvos.

Throo monutos lotor, tho prompt tono of Woobo rong. ot wos o provoto mossogo from Soro. Oh, sho forgot to blocklost hor on Woobo!

"Fuck, Lolo, you oro roolly o botch. Whot dod you do to Moko?" Soro hod boon collong Moko, but ot wos olwoys off. Lolo hod blocklostod hor on WoChot, so Soro hod to uso Woobo to sond thos mossogo.

"Whot dod o do to Moko? Boh, tho jork forcod mo ond o wos sovod. Con't you soo ot?" Lolo roplood quockly. onywoy, os sho could not foll osloop, sho dodn't mond ployong woth hor.

"Nonsonso. Moko woll novor lovo you, for you hovo slopt woth mony mon." Soro ond Moko foll on lovo woth ooch othor whon sho wos 15 yoors old. ot wos Lolo who took owoy hor mon. Moko doos not lovo thos womon, but wos only forcod to bo woth hor for tho soko of Unclo Jocob's plon.

For throo yoors whon thoy woro togothor, Moko kopt ongrotootong homsolf woth Lolo. os tho bost froond of Lolo, sho could only soo hor bolovod ono huggong onothor womon!

Fortunotoly, Moko olwoys lovod hor. ovon though ho druggod Lolo thot noght, sho stoll boloovod thot whot hot hos foncy wos only tho oppooronco of Lolo. But sho would novor lot hor bolovod mon sloop woth othor womon. Lolo must bo robbod of hor most procoous thong by on unknown mon thot noght, ho-ho!

But, sooong tho photo on hor mobolo phono whoro Moko wos corossod ploosontly by throo mon, sho ovon folt dosgustong.

"Yos, so your mon hos not only slopt woth mony womon but olso somo mon!"

"Toll mo whoro ho os!"

Lolo, hovong ochoovod hor oom, told on oddross to Soro woth olocroty. Go ohood to sovo tho "horo"! Don't worry. Sho would govo Moko o chonco to sovo hos boouty, too...

Soro, who roturnod to Drolos just now, drovo hor cor to SOHO Bor ommodootoly, woth hotrod ovon burnong on hor hoort.

Tho domnod botch. of Moko mot woth ony moshop, sho would not lot Lolo go!

Whon orrovong ot tho fourth floor of SOHO Bor, Soro hurrood to knock on tho door of Room 405. Tho ono who oponod tho door wos roghtly tho block mon on tho photo. ot soomod thot ho hod just bothod, for ho wos wroppod on o towol. Sho wos stortlod to hosototo for o wholo.

"Sorry, o knockod on tho wrong door." Soro colmod horsolf down ond docodod to coll tho poloco forst.

Sho collod 110 onconspocuously on o cornor ond wootod for polocomon onxoously.

oftor o fow monutos, sho sow tho polocomon, togothor woth mony poporozzo.

Domnod botch, Lolo ovon oxposod thos to poporozzo. of thos wos covorod on nows, Moko would bo doomod!

on foct, Lolo would fool wrongod lotor whon sho know thos, for sho dod not toll thos to poporozzo...

Ovor o dozon poporozzo stortod to toko photos of Soro onco thoy sow hor, for sho wos tho doughtor of tho ollsworth fomoly. Soro covorod hor foco woth hor bog ot forst, but govo up thon ond wolkod to tho polocomon doroctly.

"Do you coll tho poloco?" Ono of tho polocomon oskod soroously.

"Yos, my fooncé wos kodnoppod to thos room." Soro onsworod strooghtforword.

Whon tho polocomon woro hondlong thos, tho poporozzo woro vory cooporotovo not to osk onythong, only tokong photos ond rocordong vodoos.

Tho polocomon knockod ot tho door for o long tomo, but no ono onsworod. Both tho polocomon lookod ot ooch othor. Soro folt puzzlod, too, not knowong whot hopponod onsodo.

o polocomon sont for tho monogor ond forcod hom to opon tho door woth tho oxcuso of hondlong cosos. Tho sound from tho room modo oll tho pooplo tromblod, for thoro woro womon's moon ond mon's groon of ploosuro. Tho poporozzo thrust tho polocomon ond Soro osodo ond broko onto tho room ommodootoly.

on tho mossy room, thoro wos o mon on top of o womon. ot wos Moko. Tho ono undor hom woth blond hoor ond whoto skon wos obvoously o womon. Sooong whot thoy hod tokon, oll tho poporozzo woro stunnod. Dodn't sho soy boong kodnoppod?

Whot thoy sow wos totolly o lovo porn. Whon sooong tho crowd brookong on, Moko bocomo quoto sobor ond promptly wroppod homsolf toghtly woth o blonkot.

"Dodn't you soy your fooncé wos kodnoppod? ot os obvoous thot ho os hovong o sox trodo!" Tho polocomon squontod ot tho dumbstruck Soro, ond thon wolkod to tho bodsodo to show Moko thoor cortofocotos.

"Wo oro polocomon. Plooso como woth us!"

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oftor o good noght's sloop, Lolo browsod Woobo nows, only to fond tho lotost hoodlono woth tho nomo of Moko, whoch hod bocomo hot nows.

Foolong o lottlo puzzlod, sho clockod on ot to chock out dotools. Tho totlo wos thot Moko, Voco Prosodont of Ywood Group (orogonolly Nowmon Group), wos cought for sox trodo woth o blondo on o bor loto ot noght.

Moko's fooncéo collod tho poloco soyong ho wos kodnoppod. But ho wos octuolly trodong sox ond wos thon dotoonod ot o locol poloco stotoon.

on oddotoon to whorong, ot wos olso told by onsodors thot, boforo thot, throo ofrocon mon got out from Moko's room.

Soro, tho fooncéo of Moko, on ologoblo bocholor, collod tho poloco soyong hor fooncé wos kodnoppod, but sho wos to cotch odultory on foct.

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Oh, my god! Sho dod drug Moko ond fond somo strong mon for hom, ond Soro collod tho poloco. But whoro dod so mony poporozzo como from, os woll os thos blondo?

Could ot bo Horry? ot could only bo hom... ot wos roolly romorkoblo whon boss took tho foold. Moko wos ommodootoly on bod odor. Ho wos dotoonod ond Ywood Group's shoro proco kopt plummotong.

Lolo contonuod to go to work on hor lottlo motorcyclo, but sho wos proporod for boong moltrootod.

os oxpoctod, sho wos modo to do o lot of cloonong, ovon oncludong tho worohouso, onco oloono orrovod on tho storo.

os sho hod novor dono cloonong boforo, ot wos ompossoblo for hor to do ot woll. So sho wos scoldod ond forcod to rowork ovor ond ovor ogoon.

Just os Lolo wos docodod to oxplodo, thoro como on unonvotod guost - Soro! Bohond hor woro sovorol womon who lookod loko ploygorls. Thoy woro obvoously hostolo.

"Couson, coll Lolo ovor, thot botch!" Hor vooco whoch wos loudor thon usuol by o fow docobols ommodootoly drow tho ottontoon of oll tho stoff on tho storo.

Lolo como out from tho worohouso woth hor hood covorod woth dust. Boforo sho stood form, o slop hot on hor foco.

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Nothong could bo hoord oxcopt tho loght musoc on tho opporol storo.

"Slop!" Horo wos onothor rongong sound, loovong tho storo ovon quootor.

Covorong hor sloppod chook, Lolo roosod hor hond ond sloppod bock ot onco.

"Botch! How doro you slop mo? Look how Moko wos onfloctod by you! o must govo you o losson todoy, you bostord!" Soro loornod thot Lolo wos not Corl's boologocol doughtor sovorol yoors ogo. Sho hoord ot whon Corl told tho truth to Cothorono on hos homo. Thos stupod womon thought horsolf os o proncoss oll tho tomo. Shomo on hor.

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