Chapter 3 What is the price of peeping

How could there be such a shameless person? He had already taken her by force. What else did he want to do? "You're perverted!" Marcia Mason panicked and tried to grab the phone. Lucius Tate tossed the phone gently and put it in his other hand, looking a little handsome. "You have only two options. One is to call the police." Lucius Tate said calmly, as if it had nothing to do with him. He shook the phone in his hand. "The other is to bring the memory card you secretly photographed to the police station." Repulse Bay No. 13 came to me in exchange for the short film, and you will have to bear the consequences if you keep it." Marcia Mason clenched her fists and her face turned pale. How could she meet such a man... "I advise you not to choose the first option, because I will send your wonderful performance to everyone you know." Lucius Tate said arrogantly again, reaching out to button up his shirt elegantly, returning to his well-dressed appearance appearance. Send it to everyone you know...what does he want to do? Marcia Mason stretched out her fist to punch him angrily, but Lucius Tate caught it easily, with a cruel sneer on his face, "Marcia Mason, don't doubt my words." After saying that, Lucius Tate held Bronya Freeman’s slender waist and walked towards the red Ferrari by the lake... What did he call her just now? Marcia Mason? How could this man...know her? ! The Ferrari drove out of the lake and flew past the wind on the path outside the barbed wire fence. He took in his panoramic view of her pale face. With one hand leaning unruly on the car frame and the other holding the steering wheel, a successful smile appeared on Lucius Tate's lips. Marcia Mason... Unexpectedly, he could see this proud little princess and take possession of her. The Marcia Mason who once disdained him was possessed by him. And he is still her first man. "President Lucius, are you also interested in those porridge and side dishes? Why don't you, Bronya, stay with you today..." Bronya Freeman pointedly said, raising her bare and round feet. Rubbing up Lucius Tate's suit pants... Porridge and side dishes? Eating such a plate of side dishes really made him appetizing. "Okay, let's go to the hotel." Lucius Tate suddenly accelerated. Bronya Freeman smiled happily, her pretty lips slightly opened, and her eyes were watery as she stared at the man in the driver's seat, a man who was even better-looking than a woman. He has an evilly handsome face, a deep and straight profile, a sexy and deadly body, exuding a wild and sycophantic air, and the most important thing is his ability to control the wind and rain... This man is impeccable. She must cling to this high branch. He, Lucius Tate, could turn her into an international star with just one word. Besides, with such a God-given handsome face, she couldn't ask for more unspoken rules. The air was slightly cold, and the clammy and sharp pain between her legs made Marcia Mason sit down with her back against the barbed wire without any weight. Today, she was raped by a strange man. How could she, Marcia Mason, get herself to such a point? Is it worth it just for a piece of gossip? Her shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and tears finally fell. Marcia Mason cried bitterly as her slender hands clenched the collar on her chest. After taking off her sweater and tying it around her waist, blocking her ultra-short skirt and covering up her awkward buttocks, Marcia Mason reluctantly returned to her home in the small courtyard, or to be precise, her uncle's home. "Marcia, you ran to guard the spot last night. How was it? Did you take any photos of the mysterious creature?" Uncle Baruch Hensley came out of the house carrying a briefcase and bumped into her and asked, forty-eight years old There are many men with bald heads and beer bellies. But unfortunately, he was not considered successful in his career. He always looked like he was on the verge of failure when he opened a magazine. Marcia Mason smiled bitterly, "No." Originally, she secretly photographed even bigger information, something that could bring the entire magazine back to life. Unfortunately, now, she has even lost herself. "Forget it, I'll go to work first." The uncle patted her shoulder good-naturedly and walked out. My aunt's harsh and mean voice came from the house, "I can't survive this life! Baruch Hensley, if others are men, you are also a man. Others drag their families and move to the city, and the houses get bigger and bigger." , you’ve accomplished nothing, you’re a loser, and you’ve brought a slut back here and stayed there for nine years!” She, Marcia Mason, is the loser. Nine years ago, she was just a first-year junior high school student. Her father's company declared bankruptcy, Zhengdang was imprisoned, and her mother committed suicide by jumping off a building. She went from a little princess who was surrounded by stars overnight... to a disastrous star that everyone avoided. Fortunately, she still had an uncle who adopted her and asked her to help in the magazine. Closing the door and shutting out her aunt's curses, Marcia Mason took a shower. The water in her room had never been particularly warm, always half-warm. In the mirror, there were several pinched red bruises on the snow-white skin, which was shocking to see. The man who took over everything from her came back clearly to her eyes. His hot breath and deep, demonic voice... surrounded her airtightly, devouring her, depriving her of her innocence... His hands roamed and kneaded her body recklessly. His kisses were predatory, like an animal biting every inch of her... How could there be such a shameless and despicable man?  "brush--" Not wanting to think about it anymore, Marcia Mason simply turned the faucet to cold. The cold water from the shower washed down, making her shiver with coldness, but she felt much better. After changing into a nightgown and walking out of the bathroom, Marcia Mason threw the sweater and torn white skirt she wore today into the trash can. It was disgusting. On the old-colored table were photos of me and my parents when I was a child. In the photos, I was smiling happily, with a big grin. At that time, I didn’t even understand what sadness was. God may have seen that she was too happy when she was a child, so he filled her later life with thorns and threw all the bad things at her. Now, I have forgotten how to write the word happiness. Her eyes suddenly became wet. Marcia Mason put the photo on the table and stopped looking at the happy family in the photo. Taking out the contraceptive pill she bought before going home and taking it, Marcia Mason glanced at the photographic equipment aside, and Lucius Tate's face appeared in front of her eyes. An arrogant, arrogant, and shameless man. But she still has to find that man. If the man could call her by name, he must know her, and he most likely sent that shameful short video to everyone she knew. Then how can she survive in this city and wait for her father to be released from prison? She couldn't let this short video leak out, she could only treat it as a dog bite. The next day, Marcia Mason arrived at Repulse Bay, but was stopped outside the community. She had long heard that Repulse Bay was a luxury community where a few people at the top of the country's pyramid lived. She had no choice but to wait for the slim chance. I don’t know how long it took, but the dedicated guard suddenly opened the gate, walked outside, nodded and bowed, "Mr. Tate is back." The dazzling red Ferrari flew into the community and passed her by. Marcia Mason didn't even have time to see clearly the figure in the car. The next second, the Ferrari reversed at high speed and stopped in front of her. The man in the driver's seat had clean and concise short hair, deep and handsome contours, perfect profile lines, and a pair of deep eyes staring at her with interest as if watching prey, making him even more coquettish...