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."