"I did not want others to create or spread more rumours." The reply left Nelson's mouth in a single heartbeat. "So I thought a hotel room would be better." He said it as though his intentions were pure.
As if the hotel room had been an act of consideration, a private space chosen to protect Cixi's dignity, and not a locked door designed to trap a girl who had no power to refuse.
Marion closed her eyes. Her lashes fluttered in outrage. Nelson was not making it easy for her to hold her face together. Every word he spoke peeled another layer of composure off her body and left raw fury exposed underneath.
Or perhaps that was exactly what he wanted.
For her to lose control. To shout. To throw something. To give him the excuse he needed to terminate her contract and remove the last person in this building who knew what he had done to Cixi McLore. To blackmail her to get Cixi.
