"Do you have other options except for trusting the liar?" The man pinched her chin and looked at her fiercely.

Donna glared at him with resentful, penetrating eyes and gritted her teeth, "If Hamilton dies, I'll join him in the netherworld. He won't be lonely."

Following her speech, the spacious cabin fell into dead silence.

The man gazed at her with gloomy, dark eyes that threatened to see through her thoughts.

Her faith in Hamilton irritated him!

Did this woman love that man so much?

After quite some time, he spoke in a sullen, icy voice, "I didn't expect you to be such a chaste woman, Miss Cole."

"What's the grudge you hold against me? Make it clear and stop playing games!" She was driven mad by the accidents that happened to her loved ones and her captivity for no good reason.

"Donna, stop faking proud and know your place. Your privilege of arrogance has been long gone. Now you are nothing but an insect and a weed that everyone can trample on!" His voice was furious and his eyes chilling.

"That's right; I am a weed. Since you despise me so much, why do you still cling to the weed? What are you up to?" Despite her rage, she remained rational and knew there should be a reason for his action.

Otherwise, how would the exalted president of HNE Group waste his time and emotions on her?

"I like to trample on weeds, crush them, and throw them away!" He smiled wickedly while his eyes turned fiercer, "Wait and see, there will be a surprise today."

Then the man instructed the driver, "Go to Palace Number One."

Palace Number One?

She knew that place. It was a top-class club where people from the upper class conducted elegant socializing and where pleasure-seekers indulged themselves.

Why was he taking her there?

"What the hell do you want?" She asked warily.

"You'll see." The man held her in his arms forcefully.

She felt like being clasped. As the pain grew more and more intense, she gritted her teeth to endure it.

...

"Mr. Kent, welcome." The manager of Palace Number One hastened up flatteringly.

"New goods for you." Karl grabbed Donna and pushed her out, "What do you think?"

Baffled and surprised, she immediately turned around, sulking, "What do you mean by this?"

To her annoyance, the man just sneered, ignored, and continued to ask the manager, "What do you say?"

The distinguished customer's trick stupefied the manager but soon took the hint, "Mr. Kent, your taste is superb; this lady is perfect. I wonder what kind of service you expect from us?" The smart manager bowed and scraped.

"Take her to my booth, remember, teach her how to drink wine, and laugh with the customers!" Karl sneered and left with his bodyguards.

Petrified, Donna tried to catch up, "Karl, you lunatic, are you out of your mind?"