Torn Between Love and Hate

Chapter 18 Give Her Away

Deborah could not break free from the bodyguard who was holding her, so she could only pray Ashton could tell her Helen was lying to her.

"That meat is not Alyssa's. No, no, Helen is talking nonsense, right?"

Helen's face was full of injuries. She tried to pretend to be tearful and pitiful, but she didn't know her swollen face was ugly and

twisted

Helen seemed to see a trace of disgust on Ashton's face, but when she took a closer look, it was gone.

"Ashton, I don't know what Debby is talking about," Helen cried.

"I just brought some minced meat over and planned to feed it to the dogs. When I came in, I remembered the dog lived in another room. Then, for some reason, Debby suddenly pounced on me and attacked

me.

Helen then interceded, "Debby must have misunderstood something. Don't blame her, Ashton It's all my fault. I know she doesn't like me or want to see me. I shouldn't have appeared in front of her. 'Ashton, why don't you let me leave Flora Villa? I'm afraid Debby will be angry when she sees me again.

Helen glanced at Deborah fearfully. She noticed the red marks on Deborah's neck and recalled how she had secretly stood outside Ashton's bedroom last night and heard those sounds. Helen was so jealous that she was about to go crazy

Deborah cannot continue to stay by Ashton's side. She has to leave! Helen thought to herself

Helen said as she was about to walk out. "Ashton, I am leaving. You should comfort Debby, and I will not come to Flora Villa again.

Debby, don't worry."

As she walked out, Helen staggered and looked a little unsteady.

Ashton immediately walked over and held her. "Helen, what are you talking about? We will get married sooner or later. This is your home. If someone must leave, it should be Deborah." Helen looked at Ashton with tears in her eyes. "But Ashton, I know Debby cares about you. Alyssa thinks of you as her father. The mother and daughter can't leave you. Let me go."

Deborah's mind was full of worry for Alyssa Deborah said anxiously, 'Where is Alyssa? She is fine, right? I want to see her!" Ashton ignored Deborah and gently comforted Helen, "Helen, stay. I will ask Deborah and the bastard to leave.

"But not now. She plotted against me back then and caused you to suffer from intermittent mental illness. Before she leaves, I will make her pay the price."

Helen pleaded, "But Ashton, Debby and Alyssa have been suffering for so many years. Can you let them go and stop torturing them?" Ashton said coldly, "No. Deborah's punishment is far from enough. Helen, you are injured Let Dr. Wilson examine you first. I will come

to you soon."

Helen was unwilling, but she didn't dare to say anything more. She obediently nodded and left

Ashton finally turned around and looked at Deborah. The gentleness on his face morphed into ruthlessness.

He approached and said angrily, "How dare you hurt Helen! If not for Helen pleading for mercy, I would have killed your bastard!"

When Deborah heard Ashton's words, she knew nothing had happened to Alyssa. She sat down powerlessly, tears falling from her eyes. However, she could not help but laugh softly.

Fortunately, Alyssa is fine, Deborah thought to herself.

The huge fear and despair that Deborah had just felt slowly dissipated.

Ashton looked at Deborah's smile angrily. She could actually still laugh!

He reached out to pull Deborah up and said coldly, "Well, aren't you good at hitting people? I want to see if you can beat a bunch of big men in a different placer

Deborah realized what Ashton wanted to do, and a trace of fear touched her heart.

Ashton rudely dragged her out of the basement, stuffed her into the car, and ordered the driver coldly. "To the Mauve Club!"

Half an hour later, the black Maybach stopped outside the Mauve Club.

Ashton pulled Deborah out of the car with a cold expression and dragged her into a private room.

The room was dimly lit, and many people were sitting in it.

They were all pot bellied men in their forties or fifties, and sorne even brought bodyguards.

After Ashton dragged Deborah in, he threw her onto the ground.

After Deborah had been dragged to the bedroorn by Ashton last night, her clothes had been torn, and now half of her fair shoulder was exposed.

Her forehead hit the coffee table, and she gasped. She tried to stand up, noticing the malicious gazes of the men sitting around her. Tom Davis, the man who was closest to Deborah laughed and said, "Mr. Mullen, is this the club's new girl you mentioned? She looks so pitiful dressed in rags."

As Tom spoke, his gaze fell on Deborah's exposed shoulder. He swallowed his saliva and wished he could take Deborah right now. Ashton looked indifferent. "Mr. Davis, if you like her, she is all yours."

The other men sitting around were all fascinated by Deborah's beauty. How could they be willing to let Tom have her for himself?

One of the middle-aged men quickly said, 'She is gorgeous. Not only Mr. Davis likes her, but also the rest of us. Why don't we make a bid? And whoever makes the highest bid can have her."

Ashton looked at Deborah and sneered, "It seems you are quite popular. Well, then let's bid. Whoever offers the highest price can take her."

Ashton agreed, and the other men could not wait to give the price.

"I offer 15 thousand dollars!"

"I'll give you 30 thousand dollars!"

"I'll give you 50 thousand dollars!"

Tom was determined to win. He signed a check for 150 thousand dollars and slammed it on the coffee table. "You guys, stop. I want this woman tonight!"

Deborah's eyes were filled with fear as she looked at the men who acted like they were buying a product. Their words and actions

were frivolous, and those who were close to her even pawed her.

Deborah noticed Ashton sitting on the sofa smoking and not paying attention to her, so she gritted her teeth and turned around to run outside.

Ashton's bodyguard immediately took a few steps forward, grabbed her, and threw her back to the ground.

Tom had a lewd smile on his face. He got up and was about to take Deborah out when he suddenly heard someone in the group say. *She seems to be Mr. Mullen's wife, right?"

The incident five years ago caused a lot of commotion. Deborah had slept with Ashton and gotten pregnant. Ashton had been forced to marry her.

Everyone knew Ashton hated her and never brought Deborah to participate in any activities, so few people had seen Deborah.

However, some people could recognize her. No matter what, Deborah was Ashton's wife.

When that person said it, many men recognized her, and their expressions changed.

Tom was also a little scared. "She... is Mr. Mullen's wife? Mr. Mullen, you must be joking with us. How would we dare to touch your wife?"

Ashton elegantly blew out a smoke ring and squinted at Deborah. "Who says she is my woman? Is she worthy?"

The men gave fake smiles, and Tom did not dare to make a move. Those who had been fighting over Deborah strangely fell silent.

Everyone knew Ashton was ruthless and unpredictable.

Even if his wife didn't have his favor, who would dare to touch her?

Deborah trembled all over. Just as she let out a sigh of relief, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.

A tall and straight man strode in and looked at Deborah. His tone was mocking and provocative. "Hey, isn't this the woman Mr. Mullen was forced to marry? What? Mr. Mullen, are you bankrupt? Are you selling your wife?"

Ashton looked at Joseph who walked in with a displeased expression. "If you like her, Mr. Black, I'll give her to you."

Joseph looked at a distressed Deborah and walked over to pick her up with one hand. He then walked out. "I was just worried I would be alone tonight. Thank you, Mr. Mullen, for your wife. I'll give you the money tomorrow."