Lost in Mr. Preston's Temptation

She kicked Sharon's stomach mercilessly with her long leg, kicking her into the dark room. Then, she grabbed the door handle and slammed the door. "No! Go away! Go away..."

Soon, Clara, who was standing in front of the door, heard panting sounds inside, as well as Sharon's screams.

Gradually, Sharon's scream changed into moans of pain mixed with delight, and her breathing sounds entangled with those of the other men.

Clara listened quietly without a hint of guilt on her pretty little face.

She was not the Virgin Mary.

If someone else attempted to attack her, even if they failed, she would still retaliate.

Within a few seconds, the door next door opened, and Baxter walked out from inside.

Clara turned to look at him. "Done?"

"Of course. When I start something when do I ever leave things unfinished!" Baxter raised his eyebrows, looking proud. "The balcony of the two rooms is close. I jumped over and hid a pinhole camera in the flowerpot on the balcony. It has a great view and is not easily discovered."

Just then, Baxter also heard a moan coming from the room and smiled coldly, "Serves you right!"

"Now that it's all done, let's go." These voices made Clara uncomfortable, so she turned around and walked towards the elevator.

Baxter hurriedly followed. "Clara, how did you know Sharon would do this to you?“

"Don't you know that women's thoughts are the most complicated?" Clara gave him a sidelong glance, "Besides, Sharon's methods were too low-level."

"In the morning, she came to the translation department and gave me a dessert to eat. When she apologized to me, I felt that she wanted to create trouble." Clara said, "When she came to the welcome party tonight, she again came to apologize to me. She gave me a Bulgari brooch..."

"Bulgari brooches are expensive; do you think she would give it to me?"

"Oh! " Baxter also understood. "So, you sent me a message asking me to keep an eye on Sharon, while you deliberately jumped into the trap she set up?

Clara shrugged, her red lips slightly raised, "Otherwise, how could I watch this wonderful play?"

"Clara, you are... so smart!" Although that time at the hospital, Baxter had already seen her cleverness through the way guessed so many things correctly about the car accident. However, he would have never expected Clara to be so smart as to hang her opponent with her own rope.

After arriving at the elevator, Baxter pressed the elevator button. While waiting for the elevator to come up, he rested his hands on his head, "you said last time your blood type is special. How special is it?" That morning, Clara's pale face had scared him.

Clara pursed her lips and told him truthfully, "Rhnull blood type is particularly rare. Only a few other people with the same blood type can be found in the whole world."

"What?" Baxter turned his head to look at Clara, his face was not only surprised but also shocked.

After he found out that Clara and Delores had known each other, when he was in the banquet hall just now, he had checked Delores's information again. In the blood-type column, he seemed to have seen Rhnull.

Recalling the way George was furious on the phone that morning, Baxter's mushy brain seemed to have been splashed with a basin of water.

He had a vague glimpse of something.

Baxter opened his mouth, but just as he was about to ask Clara something, a light and pleasant fragrance scuttled into his nose and scattered the thoughts that were forming in his mind. "It's so hot!" Baxter unbuttoned the top on his shirt. "Clara, are you hot?"

"Wasn't the air conditioner on in the corridor?" Clara saw him fanning himself with his hand and sweat was still dripping from his forehead. "Did you just drink in the banquet hall?" "No, I just drank a bit of champagne."

"Then we'll stand in front of the air conditioner later." Clara frowned when she saw that the elevator was still parked on the third floor.

She didn't know what the people downstairs were doing, but they were holding the elevator.

It had been a minute and the elevator hadn't reached their level yet.

Clara waited impatiently, and then walked to the elevator next to it.

She had just stood in front of the elevator and was about to press the elevator button when someone leaned behind her, breathing onto her neck.