Chapter 909 What Would Be My Gain?


    Abelota was brushed away by a fierce force. She fell backwards andnded on the sofa.


    At this moment, Damien reached out and turned on the wallmp in the room. The bright light


    immediately hurt Abelota’s eyes. She was still wearing that sexy uniform. An opening was immediately


    torn open, and there was nowhere to hide her embarrassment.


    Abelota’s face paled, as she screamed.


    Damien was furious. An unprecedentedyer of frost and haze shrouded his handsome eyebrows. He


    looked down at Abelota and said, “Who let you in?”


    Abelota bumped into the sharp corner of the sofa, her entire body trembling in pain, but she had no


    time to care about the pain on her body, because Damien’s gaze were like a poisoned knife, which


    could kill her.


    “Sir, spare my life. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t havee in. It’s… Joyce who let me in!”


    Damien pursed his thin lips into a white arc, “What did you say?”


    Did Joyce let her in?


    Abelota was really envious, hence, she thought of a good idea, which was to put on this sexy uniform


    and seduce Damien.


    Abelota had an insane confidence in her figure. She believed that Damien would not reject her.


    Who would have known that Damien would be so ruthless towards her? All Abelota thought about at


    this moment was saving her life.


    “Right, that’s right, it was Joyce who let me in. I gave her the sexy uniform ording to your


    instructions, sir. Unexpectedly, she became angry on the spot and cursed you for being lewd and


    shameless. She threw the uniform to me, and she said that I should wear it ande to you instead.”


    Abelota lied.


    Damien’s heart was already burning with anger, how dare she!


    If she didn’t want to, then she shouldn’t have. But she even dared to put another women in his room.


    Damien quickly went out.


    Joyce left the vi. She wanted to leave here. She would nevere here again.


    Damien was an asshole!


    Right now, the scene she had just seen was still vivid in her mind. He was holding Abelota in his arms.


    If she hadn’t disturbed them, he would have gone down with Abelota by now.


    Abelota was also wearing that sexy uniform. Since he let Abelota wear it, why did he want her to wear


    it?


    Did he deliberately humiliate her, or was his nning on having them both?


    Joyce wanted to leave here quickly, but there was a sound of steady footsteps behind her, and Damien


    chased after her.


    Damien grabbed her wrist and said, “Joyce, stop for me!”


    Joyce immediately wanted to shake off his big hand, “Damien, let me go, don’t touch me with your dirty


    hands!”


    Damien pulled her tightly into his embrace, “Joyce, what right do you have to call me dirty(”


    Joyce’s sense of smell was very sensitive, and she immediately smelled the feminine scent of perfume


    in his arms.


    Joyce felt as if she had been pricked by a needle.


    She wanted telling him that she hated him.


    Actually, she didn’t need to say it. He already knew that she hated him. She didn’t like him at all. Even if


    she didn’t like him at all, she didn’t have a ce for him in her heart.


    That’s why she could easily push him to other women.


    Damienughed angrily, and his strong arms tightly imprisoned her in his arms, “I’m really sorry, now,


    I’m your master, you were bought by me, even if you hate me, you must stay by my side! Who allowed


    you to leave? Without my permission, you can’t step out of here!”


    After he finished speaking, Damien had already carried her by the waist, and ced her on his stiff


    shoulders. He strode into the vi and went straight to the master bedroom upstairs.


    Joyce hammered him hard. But her punch did nothing to him.


    Damien kicked open the door of the master bedroom and carried her in.


    The maid downstairs shivered as she watched the scene. One of the maids quickly took out her phone


    and called Old Mrs. Robert.


    At this moment, the Robert family’s mansion was filled withughter because Elvis and Olive had


    brought Hailey to visit Mrs. Robert.


    In the living room, Old Mrs. Robert and Olive were sitting on the sofa chatting when the phone rang.


    The butler, Mr. Henry, said in a low voice, “Mrs.”


    Thest time Damien brought Joyce back, the both of them pretended to be a lovely couple. She had


    already seen through it, but she did not say it.


    Now, Damien had brought Joyce back to his private vi. She knew all about it.


    Old Mrs. Robert looked at Mr. Henry, “It’s just a phone call, why are you panicking?”


    “Ma’am, I heard that young master and Miss Brown had a quarrel…”


    “A quarrel?” Old Mrs. Robert asked, with augh, “It’s good to have a quarrel, it’s wonderful to quarrel.


    It’s healthier for them to quarrel.”


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    Mr. Henry was at a loss for words.


    At this time, Olive smiled and said, “Mr. Henry, don’t be nervous. Although my father and mother are


    quite a few years old, it’s normal for them to act like kids when they are in a rtionship for the first


    time. Don’t worry, they’ll be okay.”


    Mr. Henry’s gaze fell on Olive’s body, and he saw a smart and calm gleam in Olive’s clear eyes, which


    made him extremely convinced and reassured.


    Mr. Henry’suddenly put away his worry. What was there to be worried about? It seemed that good


    things wereing to the Robert family.


    In the master bedroom of the vi, Damien walked in and threw Joyce onto his big soft bed.


    Joyce got up and wanted to run, but it was toote. Damien’s handsome and noble body had already


    been pressed down, trapping her under his body.


    “Damien, what are you trying to do? Let me go!”


    Damien stared at her bright and charming face, “What do you think I want to do? Don’t you have the


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