NovelUSAChapter 451 The two of them remained seated in front of the computer, watching the next video in silence.
Dick had just clicked play when Aline's face suddenly changed. She shot out a trembling hand and slammed the pause button.
She didn't dare meet Dick's eyes. Her voice shook as she whispered, "Honey, can we please stop watching?" After so many years together, they could read each other's thoughts with just a glance.
Dick's expression darkened. He pried her hand from the mouse and pressed play again, ignoring her plea.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOn screen, the nightclub was awash in neon, pulsing with music. A woman lounged at the center of a crowd of fresh-faced college guys, her dress daring, her smile even more so. The men jostled for her attention, vying to get close.
"Pick me, babe. I'm strong-I'll show you a good time." "Con, gorgeous, I promise you won't regret choosing me." One of them flashed a dazzling grin. "Look at us-we're a team. We'll treat you like a queen, Carlotta." The woman laughed, stuffing a wad of cash into the nearest guy's suit pocket. She patted his chest and shot a suggestive glance at the others, grinning. "No need to rush, boys. I'll take care of each of you in turn." The video dissolved into a mess of sultry laughter and moans.
Dick's gaze slid from the screen to the woman beside him. His eyes were sharp, cold-a predator sizing up his prey.
Aline's face was ashen. Desperate, she tried to explain, "Honey, let me—" Before she could finish, Dick's hand cracked across her cheek. The sound echoed through the living room.
He stalked forward, gripping a fistful of her hair. "You ungrateful bitch. I give you and our daughter everything, and this is how you repay me? Sneaking around behind my back?" He yanked her hair harder, showing no mercy.
Aline screamed, her hands flailing as she tried to pry his fingers loose. "Let go- let go! You're hurting me!" Dick didn't stop. If anything, his grip only tightened.
Something snapped in Aline. In a panic, she grabbed a bottle of red wine from the counter and brought it down hard against his shoulder.
"You bastard! You can go out and sleep around, but I'm supposed to just sit here and take it? Not a chance!" They fell into a wild, vicious struggle, furniture crashing, cushions flying. By the tthey stopped, both of their faces were bruised and bloodied, the living room a disaster zone.
Finally, breathing hard, they pulled apart, the fury replaced by grim determination.
Dick's voice was like ice. "This has to be Citrine's doing. We have to get that video back. If it gets out, we're finished." Aline's face twisted with rage and panic-gone was the polished, elegant woman; in her place was a snarling wreck. "That little tramp. I should have gotten rid of her when I had the chance." Dick watched her meltdown with barely concealed disgust. When she finally quieted down, he said coolly, "Call her. Find out what she wants."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAline scrolled through her contacts with shaking hands found Citrine's number, and dialed, sick with nerves.
She half-expected the call to go unanswered. To her surprise, Citrine picked up almost instantly.
Dick snatched the phone and put it on speaker, his jaw clenched tight. "What do you want?"
Across town, Citrine lounged on her sofa, playing with her kitten. Shen skilled heard his voice and smiled Tazily, her F tone casual, amused. "Why don't you guess?" Dick's patience was shot. "We'll give you anything you want. Just delete the video."
Citrine let out a soft, mocking laugh.
"I want you to post a public apology online for spreading lies about GIG Group. And Dick you're going to admit to sleeping with actresses signed to Glenwood Group's film division. Aline, you'll confess to keeping a string of pretty boys on the side. Finally, I want a public statement that your family is donating two and a half billion to the local charity foundation, as penance." Her voice was as cool and unhurried as ever.
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