One night stand with my president(chapter 531)

 

Chapter 531: Don't Stare at Her

Soon, his mouth was covered, his head was covered with a sack, and everything went dark.

Callan had no idea how long it had been.

All he knew was that he had been thrown into a car, and as the car drove on, he was met with a punch every time he tried to struggle.

By the time the car finally stopped, Callan had been beaten several times.

He was shoved out of the car, disoriented, and didn't know where they were taking him.

After a while, the sack covering his face was finally removed.

He slowly opened his eyes.

It seemed like he was inside an abandoned warehouse.

The overhead light was dimly lit.

In front of him stood Alberto and a few burly men.

Callan had a strange feeling when he saw these men.

But he couldn't quite put his finger on what was off.

And standing to the side, Adeline and Connie stood with Joyce.

The moment Callan's eyes landed.on Joyce, a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.

"Joyce. Joyce, help me..."

Joyce coldly stared at him, unmoving.

Callan, desperate, shouted, "Joyce, didn't we get along well before? We are friends, right?"

"Stop disgusting me," Joyce said with revulsion.

"You were never like this before," Callan yelled, his voice hoarse.

Joyce said, "Callan, I did think of you as a friend. But I never imagined you could be such a disgusting person. If I had known, I would've never been friends with you. And who gave you the right to think that just because you love me, l should love you back? Can't I like someone else? If like someone else, does that give you the right to hurt them? I've never met anyone so

revolting."

"Joyce!" Callan cried out her name, his face full of disbelief.

Adeline took a step forward, standing in front of Joyce, and said coldly, "Enough!"

Callan glared at her, as if he could shoot daggers with his eyes.

Adeline wasn't afraid and said, "Callan, do you need me to remind you of what you did to Joyce?"

The memory of that day when Callan nearly took advantage of Joyce made Adeline's blood boil, and she wanted nothing more than to tear him apart right there and then.

Callan kept silent, staring at Adeline.

He remembered that day...

If Adeline hadn't shown up, Joyce might have already been his.

But just then, a heavy punch landed squarely on Callan's face.

The blow left him dazed, his teeth flying out of his mouth.

Alberto shook his hand and then sneered, "How dare you glare at Adeline?"

In that moment, fear surged inside Callan.

This wasn't his home country, and there was no Jamarion's influence here.

He was completely at their mercy.

If he didn't surrender quickly, the consequences could be severe.

With that in mind, Callan suppressed his unwillingness and muttered, "Yes, I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I won't follow Joyce anymore. Please let me go."

Even though he was groveling, Alberto seemed to find it ridiculously funny and laughed.

"You really know how to read the situation, but it's too late now," Alberto said. 

"Admitting your mistake doesn't undo the harm you've done to others."

Fear flashed in Callan's eyes.

"So... what do you want?" he asked.

Alberto scratched his brow and then gestured toward the burly men behind him.

"Do you know who they are?"

Callan quickly shook his head. "I... I don't know..."

"No worries," Alberto said with a cryptic smile.

"You'll know soon enough."

He gave a silent signal to the three ladies and turned to leave.

Adeline and the others followed him out.

Callan's fear grew stronger.

He shouted after Joyce, "Joyce, you can't leave me here! I'm really sorry! Please have them let me go!"

But no matter how pitiful his cries were, Joyce never turned back to look at him.