Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 147: Fuck You in the Corridor

Chapter 147: Fuck You in the Corridor

Emma Hart was suddenly shocked; wasn’t this supposed to be a high-end dinner? How could such people be here?

The supervisor next to her also turned pale, ready to step forward to stop the man’s advances when suddenly, a few more men followed suit.

"Beauty, I’ll offer more to spend a night with me!"

"I’ll give you $300,000, plus a villa, to be my mistress!"

As the men swarmed towards her, Emma’s expression changed drastically, struggling to leave, but the middle-aged man’s grip was too tight, making it impossible to break free.

In the midst of the chaos, a group of black-suited bodyguards suddenly surged forward.

They had stern expressions, swiftly and forcefully pinning the middle-aged man and the others harassing her to the ground, causing a continuous outcry of pain.

The back of the venue wasn’t far from the front, and with the commotion, many people, hearing the cries, came over to watch the spectacle.

Emma, terrified, hid behind the supervisor, her breathing rapid. She had never encountered such a situation before and didn’t know how to respond.

If it weren’t for the timely arrival of the bodyguards, she might have been taken away... Wait, bodyguards?

The sound of dress shoes on the floor came from behind, clearly audible despite the surrounding noise.

A chill went down Emma’s spine, and she held her breath, her gaze shifting until it met a pair of sharp, profound eyes, causing her legs to give out, and she knelt down.

"What’s wrong?" The supervisor hurried to her aid, but before she could stabilize her, a pair of slender hands pulled Emma’s arm from hers, pulling her into an embrace with a forceful tug.

The supervisor, frustrated, looked up ready to retort, only to meet the expressionless gaze of the man they had been strictly warned not to offend.

A shiver went down her spine, realizing that if she dared to yell at him, she might not see the sun the next day.

Swallowing the angry words she wanted to say, the supervisor gave Emma a look that said, "You’re on your own," and stepped aside, no longer daring to speak.

"What are you doing!" Emma tried to appear calm as she looked at the man gripping her arm, his grasp burning and unyielding.

Damien Sterling, with a cold gaze at Emma struggling in his grasp, raised an eyebrow and cursed softly, "I’ll deal with you later!"

Then, turning to the men who had harassed Emma, he commanded the bodyguards like an emperor, "Break an arm of each man, and for the one in the front, break them all. Dare to touch what’s mine... you’ll learn what regret means."

Everyone present felt a chill at his words.

This man showed no mercy, instantly using his formidable presence to deter anyone who dared challenge his authority.

As for Emma Hart...

"Let me go, do you hear me?" Emma Hart struggled vehemently against Damien Sterling, who had hoisted her onto his shoulder, punching and kicking at the man below.

"What right do you have to capture me? I’m just here to work; you can’t restrict my freedom like this!"

Damien Sterling, his head nearly splitting from the noise, suddenly halted.

Before Emma could catch her breath, she heard his deep voice threatening from below, "Keep up this defiance, and I’ll fuck you right here in the hallway!"

Emma’s heart skipped a beat, and all her struggles ceased.

Carrying a now subdued Emma back to his room, Damien wasted no time in removing the obstructive clothing from her body.

Emma screamed, covering her essentials, her cheeks flaming red.

She trembled as she moved across the carpet until she backed into a corner, warily watching the furious man before her.

His anger intensified by her innocent look, Damien stood with arms crossed, towering over her, and bellowed, "Did you take my words for nothing? Emma Hart, you’re quite something. No one else dares defy me as you do!"

After his tirade, Emma shrank even smaller.

She glanced at Damien, bit her lip, and then with a mix of sarcasm and defiance said, "Should I feel honored, then?"

Damien was left speechless.

Silence fell in the room, leaving only Damien’s heavy, agitated breathing – all from anger.

Struggling to contain his towering rage, fearing he might harm her in his wrath, Damien paced the room until he could speak coolly, "Thinking you can deceive me will cost you, Emma Hart. I’ll make sure you understand the consequences of such actions!"

Feeling as if a snake was constricting her, Emma found it hard to breathe for a moment, her face turning red.

Genuine fear took hold of her. She looked up, her voice quivering as she explained, "Is it so wrong to want to work part-time? I’m healthy; I shouldn’t waste my days cooped up in a room."

Damien’s laugh was mocking, his eyes sharp with scorn as he bit out, "Wasting time? So, in your eyes, dressing up and seducing other men on stage is making good use of your time? I’ve seen right through you, Emma Hart!"

His words pierced Emma like thorns, her heart aching with the injustice of it all. What was meant to be a respectable job had been twisted into an unsavory act by Damien’s accusations.

"You accuse me of seducing men?" Emma Hart’s eyes brimmed with tears, seemingly oblivious to her disheveled state, as she abruptly stood up and delivered a forceful slap across Damien Sterling’s face.

The sharp sound of the slap echoed through the room, turning Damien’s head to the side and casting his expression into shadow under the dim light, making it impossible to discern his reaction.

Overwhelmed by rage until the resounding slap brought her back to reality, Emma realized in shock that she had actually struck Damien Sterling.

Her hand trembling, Emma Hart involuntarily took a step back, swallowing hard with a hint of fear.

"Hah..." Damien Sterling slowly lifted his head, his eyes fiercely glaring as if he intended to devour her whole. "Emma Hart, you’ve got quite the nerve!" he sneered.

As his words hung in the air, Damien abruptly seized Emma by the chin with a ferocity that made her fear he might shatter her jaw.

Emma’s fingers desperately clutched at Damien’s wrist, attempting to pry his grip loose, but to no avail.

"Tell me, dare you dress like that in front of other men again?" Damien’s eyes gleamed threateningly, exuding a dangerous aura.

Gasping for air, Emma still found the strength to wonder. Today’s dress was far from revealing, yet was she expected to completely cover herself for such events in the future?

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