Chapter 5 I Don't Need to Pretend

• "There's no need for me to pretend!"
• Damon spoke calmly, his face radiating with powerful confidence.
• "Hmph, it looks like you're addicted to acting! I want to see how long you can keep this up."
• Morris sneered even more. He swiftly pulled out a pen and signed his name on a check for 150 thousand dollars. He tossed it at Damon's feet as if it were a piece of trash.
• "Can you see the zeros on it?"
• Damon merely glanced at it coldly, and he lost interest almost immediately.
• But his expression only made Morris even more displeased. Wearing a superior look and a mocking smile, Morris said, "Let your woman spend the night with me, and the money is yours!"
• Wow—
• As soon as he finished speaking, the room burst into an uproar.
• This action was meant to bring Damon the greatest humiliation.
• Everyone turned to look at Damon.
• Their gazes were filled with disdain and indifference, and they took pleasure in his misfortune. There were all sorts of emotions in those eyes.
• Except pity!
• "150 thousand dollars!"
• Anya had to admit that she was tempted.
• With that money, she could get out of her difficult situation.
• Moreover, Morris had a decent family background and was quite handsome. A night of passion wouldn't be a bad deal.
• "Haha, do you think this amount is a lot of money?"
• Damon chuckled softly, looking at Morris as if he were a beggar.
• "Hmph, what's the matter? Still persist to put on the act, huh?"
• Shana, swirling her wine glass with an air of superiority, felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction seeing Anya, who usually overshadowed her, being openly priced like a commodity.
• Since Damon ignored her, Shana turned to Anya and said with a sarcastic tone, "Anya, you better make your useless husband think it over. 150 thousand dollars for one night is a good deal for you to willingly wear a cuckold. Don't let this opportunity slip by!"
• "Haha—it's just one night; what's the big deal?"
• The others in the room joined in the uproar.
• "Yeah, you might even end up with a baby. What a profitable deal!"
• "Hurry up and pick it up! That's a 150 thousand-dollar offer, not a 15-dollar one. Such an opportunity is a blessing you earned in your past life!"
• Scornful voices filled Damon's mind, continuously provoking his nerves.
• Then, Damon stepped forward, walking slowly toward the check.
• He bent down and reached out.
• At this moment, everyone was thrilled.
• "Look, this loser really agreed!"
• "Haha, even as a married woman, the campus belle still commands 150 thousand dollars for a night!"
• "What a profitable deal! Damon, you've hit the jackpot!"
• Everyone thought Damon had agreed to the deal.
• Anya's heart sank in despair.
• As expected, Damon was a spineless loser!
• However, 150 thousand dollars for a night was a good deal for her.
• In the next second ...
• Rip—
• What?
• To everyone's surprise, Damon tore up the 150 thousand dollar check right in front of them!
• He even tossed the shredded pieces carelessly onto the ground.
• "Damon! Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
• Morris felt deeply insulted. He stood up abruptly, glaring at Anya. "I was trying to help you. Look at your useless husband! What does he mean by this?
• "Since he doesn't appreciate it, I won't be a gentleman anymore!"
• Before Anya could react, the furious Morris grabbed her dress.
• Rip—
• A piece of Anya's evening gown was torn off, revealing her black lace underwear.
• Morris then wrapped his arm around Anya's waist.
• Anya barely struggled and soon stopped, seemingly resigned to her fate.
• The people in the room were watching the two intently. Their eyes were filled with excitement, ready to enjoy the show.
• No one stepped forward to stop it, nor did anyone have the nerve to do so.
• "You dare to embarrass me? I'll claim your wife here now!" Morris's expression turned grim, and he sneered maliciously, "This is the price of offending me!"
• Anya was tightly embraced in public by another man, and it happened right in front of Damon.
• What an ironic scene!
• This was the ultimate disgrace to any man.
• Everyone's eyes on Damon were filled with endless indifference and mockery.
• The poor would never understand the arrogance of the rich!
• Morris pressed Anya onto the sofa.
• Just then—
• The supposed loser, Damon, made a move.
• He dashed forward and grabbed the crystal ashtray from the table.
• Damon was expressionless. The atmosphere turned tense.
• He quickly moved behind Morris.
• The crystal ashtray was raised high.
• Under the flickering lights, it glinted even more dazzlingly.
• In full view of everyone, it came crashing down on Morris's head.
• Bang!
• The crystal ashtray smashed down heavily on Morris's head.
• "Ouch—"
• The intense pain made Morris clench his teeth, unable to hold back a cry.
• A rich child with a privileged upbringing like Morris had never experienced such humiliation!
• Anger, coldness, and resentment all converged into a fierce glare, which finally landed on Damon's calm face.
• "Blood? Urgh—"
• Someone suddenly shouted, and the room fell into chaos.
• "There's blood! Mr. Long is bleeding!"
• "Damon! Are you crazy? You lunatic!"
• Anya's eyes were filled with terror, her fists clenched, and her back soaked with sweat. She glanced at Morris, then turned to Damon.
• "You ... you ... you, how could you hurt him?
• "Do you know the power behind Mr. Long? How could you offend someone as distinguished as him?!"
• Anya started crying.
• She never expected the usually cowardly and useless Damon to have the courage to lay a hand on Morris.
• Morris could ruin Damon with a simple gesture, and her entire family would suffer because of Damon's foolish action.
• She was furious and full of hatred toward Damon. Anya wanted to quickly calm Morris's anger.
• "B*stard—
• "How dare you lay a hand on me?"
• Morris was holding a tissue to stop the bleeding on his head. He struggled to stand up from the sofa.
• He never suffered such humiliation as the dignified heir of the Longs.
• With Morris's roar, the atmosphere in the private room became tense. Everyone instinctively shuts up, and no one dares to speak.
• Damon completely ignored the raging Morris. He turned to Anya, whose face was pale, and spoke slowly, "Anya, there are some things I've kept in my heart for three years."