Chapter 33

This five-star hotel presidential suite was soundproofed, and my scream as I was dragged into the bedroom inside had an even lesser effect.

The bodyguards outside couldn't even hear what was going on inside, much less think about how dangerous and torturous I was about to be handled or that the person inside was not Alpha at all.

I saw Wendy glaring at me arrogantly and sarcastically with an up-position stance, "Blame it on your smugness, tonight I will show you who the real mistress of ChadwickPack is."

Yes, it was easier for her to crush me than to crush an ant.

"Uhhhhhhh..." I struggled desperately, wrenching the handle of the bedroom door to death as I passed the bedroom door.

Unfortunately, my hand was ripped away so viciously by the fierce man that my fingertips bled straight away.

The next moment, my mouth was duct-taped and my hands were handcuffed.

I drew a cold breath, the more I struggled, the more I felt like I had no strength. I stumbled, and was dragged into the room by