Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 611: Nothing More Than This

Faye Xavier snorted coldly, unzipping her jeans, and said, "I can’t waste another week on you when I don’t even know where to find you in a week."

"Wait a minute, I’ll call my friend to send the money right away, okay?!"

Seeing Jasmine Lucas in a panic, Faye Xavier couldn’t help but smile, mischievously pinching her waist, and said, "Why play innocent? You should be thrilled to get two million for a night."

Jasmine twisted away from Faye Xavier’s touch, frowning, "What do you care? I said I choose to repay you! I’ll give back the two million without missing a cent!"

"I don’t trust your lies. Waiting passively for you to repay is less reliable than taking it myself. Keeping control in my own hands assures me, and I’m not giving you a chance to play any more tricks. Be honest, those in this business always have to pay up, you messed with the wrong person."

Saying this, Faye Xavier swiftly pulled down her jeans, watching Jasmine Lucas’s face flush with shame.

Faye Xavier’s hand moved up her leg to her waist, lifting her shirt...

The panic on Jasmine Lucas’s face was genuinely emotional, yet Faye Xavier said, "Good acting, this shy look almost convinced me."

Tied by the belt, Jasmine Lucas pressed against Faye Xavier, tears in her eyes, "I really know I was wrong, please let me go, I... I’m still a virgin..."

Hearing Jasmine struggle to say this, Faye Xavier laughed as if she’d heard a huge joke, asking, "Where’d you get it reconstructed?"

"I’m not lying. It was just greed that made me do it. I promise I won’t dare to do it again, please let me go this time, okay?"

Faye Xavier undid her own belt, smiling as she pinned Jasmine’s hands above her head, "I’d have to be crazy to believe you."

"What you’re doing is molestation! Rape! I can charge you!"

Faye Xavier, undeterred, said, "Go ahead, let’s see how many years you’ll get for a million-dollar fraud."

As Faye Xavier’s body pressed down, Jasmine Lucas let out a muffled hum, her hands gripping the soft needle firmly, biting her lip to stay silent.

Seeing the bloodstain on the sheets, Faye Xavier hesitated for a moment, slightly questioning her earlier judgment but then thought, how could a woman relying on scamming men for money possibly be a virgin?

Continuing the movement, she mocked, "Where’d you get it reconstructed? Looks quite convincing."

Jasmine bit her lip, eyes closed, her mind in chaos.

Her tears flowed from her eyes, unsure if they were from pain or desperation, creeping down her temples into her hair.

Outside the window, the bustling city was full of people coming and going.

The sunlight gradually faded, leaving a golden-orange glow that fell on the French-inspired street, giving the city a romantic facade.

Jasmine Lucas awoke from the nightmare, her limbs slightly numb, her head in a daze. She wished it had all been just a nightmare, but her body’s soreness told her it was real.

Slowly sitting up from the bed, she saw Faye Xavier standing by the window smoking, turning to her with a smile, "Awake so soon? I thought you’d sleep until tomorrow."

Recalling what Faye Xavier did to her, Jasmine was filled with anger. She admitted she shouldn’t have been greedy for that hundred thousand, but she had already agreed to repay him, yet he still acted as he pleased.

Plainly put, it was rape!

Seeing the scattered clothes on the bed, Jasmine reached out, put them on quickly.

Faye Xavier walked over with a cigarette and sat on the bed, asking, "Really mad? What? Was it really your first time?"

Jasmine sneered, mocking, "Dream on? Don’t you know I’ve had hundreds of men, honestly, your skills among them are at most below average. I thought someone like you, who’s been around, would have exceptional skills, but without trying, I wouldn’t know you’re just so-so!"

Jasmine put on her jeans, got out of bed, standing by it, zipping them up.

No man can bear being looked down on in that regard; Jasmine obviously understood this, her words immediately wiping the smile off Faye Xavier’s face.

Faye Xavier took the cigarette from her mouth, holding it between her fingers, glaring coldly at Jasmine, "You’re up and walking, seems I didn’t try hard enough, shall we go another round?"

Jasmine snorted, "Skill aside, size isn’t enough, no matter how many rounds, it’s the same."

After dressing, Jasmine grabbed her backpack, shoving the money from the bed and floor inside, saying, "All things cleared, give me my passport and ID!"

Faye Xavier gritted her teeth, saying nothing, seemingly ready to tear Jasmine apart at any moment.

Jasmine searched around the bed, not wanting to leave a penny, ensured she found all she could, then spotted Faye Xavier’s coat on the sofa, walked over, rifled through the pockets, found her documents.

Faye Xavier sat on the bed watching her, just smoking silently without stopping Jasmine from leaving.

Jasmine zipped up her suitcase, glanced around to ensure she hadn’t left anything behind, and pulled it towards the door.

"Wait."

Jasmine halted, turned to Faye Xavier, mockingly asking, "What? Still want to ask for a labor fee with those skills?"

Faye Xavier got up, tossed the cigarette butt into the trash, and looked at Jasmine, "Don’t forget to take the birth control."

"Do I need you to remind me?! Children born with your defective genes would be either mentally challenged or brain-damaged."

Faye Xavier stared at her viciously, gritting his teeth, "I suggest you leave in three seconds, or I will..."

"Bang—"

Before Faye Xavier could finish, Jasmine slammed the door and left...

Neither was really victorious, both left simmering with anger.

Jasmine hailed a cab at the hotel entrance. In this unfamiliar place, she didn’t know where to go.

Not even speaking the language, the driver started rattling off in French as she got in, she didn’t even have time to open a translation app.

Her heart at once felt a bit sour; what was supposed to be a nice trip turned into this.

Not in the mood to bother with a translation app, she called Ed directly, had him talk to the driver, then asked him to drive her to where he lived.

Sitting in the car, Jasmine dejectedly watched out the window, unbidden tears falling.

Though in her profession, most men she encountered were jerks, and she’d heard more than her share of broken marriage stories, in her heart she still yearned for her Prince Charming, dreaming of a sweet romance and marriage.

She had always tried to protect herself, hoping to give herself wholly to the man she loved on her wedding day, but now she had been bitten by a dog.

The more she thought, the more angry she became, unwilling to let that scumbag roam free to harm other girls. Since she had already been bitten once, getting bitten twice made no difference; she needed to figure out how to deal with that bastard!