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A coat was dropped over her shoulders, covering up all her embarrassment. Pearl looked up, it was Patrick Hendrix, Gabriella’s dad.
Patrick looked at Pearl and questioned.
“Aren’t you Gabriella’s best friend? Why are you dressed this way?
The onlookers quickly recognized Patrick and greeted him politely,
“Sir Hendrix, long time no see.”
Patrick was in his forties. In his younger years, he really was handsome. Otherwise
Monica wouldn’t have considered him.
Patrick Said,
“Everyone, I do know this girl. Please leave.”
“Mr Hendrix has spoken, we’ll leave.” In no time, the crowd has dispersed.
The crowd had dispersed, Patrick helped Pearl up and inquired,
“Are you alright?”
Pearl shook her head,
“It’s alright sir.”
“I’ve booked a room here. You can go wash up first. I’ll have someone buy you a new set of clothes. After then go to the hospital. You have many injuries.”
Pearl stared at Patrick in a daze. Although she was always clinging to Gabriella, she had never spoken to Patrick.
Pearl thanked him with a pale face,
“Okay, thank you sir.”
Patrick left the room for Pearl and went to socialize. It was a presidential suite.
Pearl had never lived in a presidential suite. Everything thing here made her feel the life of the upper class. Soon, Patrick’s secretary came in with a dress.
Pearl looked at the brand. It was an international brand. She entered the bathroom and took a shower. She washed away all the dirt and humiliation that Gabriella had left on her body.
She looked herself in the mirror. Her slapped face had reddened. But that couldn’t stop hide her beauty.
Thinking of the humiliation that she had faced, she clenched her fists. Because she came from a poor family, everyone could bully her.
She did want to live such life anymore. Now, she had the golden opportunity right in front of her.
She wanted to be with Patrick!
The thoughts of her becoming a Hendrix, and Gabriella and Oriana’s step mother made her smile.
Patrick has returned to the presidential suite after the party. He drank a lot of wine and fell on the bed.
His phone rang, and it was Monica calling. He didn’t answer the call. Since the last time he had slapped her outside the hotel, Monica had been making trouble with him.
Monica had the capital. I’m recent years, she had used her connections to secure
Patrick lots of buisness deals. But he still couldn’t forget his ex–wife, and that made
Monica furious.
The phone was so loud that Patrick immediately turned it off, ignoring Monica.
He took out his wallet and stared at the picture in it. In the photo was Oriana’s mother,
Trisha.
The picture was taken on a certain summer afternoon, Trisha was sitting on wicker chair which was covered with flowers, she held a medical book.
Oriana looked so much like her. Patrick’s fingers fondly caressed every inch of Trisha’s eyebrows.
Pearl walked out of the bathroom and came to the bedside. Patrick was already asleep, but he murmured Trisha’s name.
Pearl reached out and took off Patrick’s clothes. Patrick though in his forties, had been exercising frequently. His muscles hadn’t slack at all, and he was mature and powerful.
Patrick suddenly grabbed her and said,
“Who are you?”
Pearl didn’t expect Patrick to wake up, she panicked,
“Uncle, it’s me, I…”
“Trisha, are you back?”
Patrick pulled Pearl into his arms and pressed her under him.
***
Oriana heard about Gabriella’s violent beating of Pearl. The plastic sisters really couldn’t stand the test at all. Neither of them disappointed her.
Oriana didn’t feel the slightest sympathy for Pearl. Pearl could have lived with dignity, but she was greedy and vain. Oriana planned to go see Pearl, but Derrick saw her and then walked to her.
“Olly, I finally found you.”
“Derrick, why are looking for me?”
Derrick grabbed Oriana’s little hand and said,
“Let’s go. I wanna take you to see someone.”
Oriana quickly avoided his pull and took a step back.
“Derrick, you look so impatient. Don’t touch me, if you want me to go with you.”
Derrick obviously was in a good mood, he didn’t care much about her attitude. He took his hands away from her and said,
“Let’s go then.”
Oriana followed.
They arrived at the door of a luxurious room. Derrick pursed his lips,
“Oriana, see for yourself.”
Oriana looked into the room. There was a smell of smoke inside. They were all Los
Angeles dignitaries. Several men were playing cards, amongst them was a familiar figure, Deacon Armstead.
He hadn’t gone home for two days.
Oriana raised her head and meet Deacon’s narrow eyes. Deacon sat on the main table. He was wearing a fine black shirt and black trousers.
When Harry shouted, Deacon had a cigarette around his fingers. He looked up at Oriana, the smoke obscured his handsome face, but she could vaguely see his heroic eyebrows frown lightly. He exhaled a puff of smoke slowly.
Oriana was a little embarrassed to be pushed in, but now that she had bumped into Deacon, she was even more embarrassed.
“Young master Harry, where did this little beauty come from? Is she the one here for you?” The boss asked Harry.
But was obvious that they regarded Oriana as the girl who was hook up Deacon. Harry looked at Deacon’s face.
Deacon had already withdrawn his gaze, he threw the card out of his hand with a deep and indifferent expression.
Pretending not go know each other?
Harry smiled calmly. He didn’t mind to gossip. Besides, he didn’t mind watching their dramas. He greeted Oriana,
“Come serve us some wine.”
One of the greasy bosses reached out and grabbed Oriana’s slender arm,
“Little beauty, what are you doing with a mask on your face? Seeing that you have such a beautiful figure, your face would not be so bad, right? Take off the mask and let us let us take a look of your beautiful face.”
The greasy boss reached out and made to take off her mask.
Oriana quickly avoided his hands with a frown,
“I think there’s a mistake somewhere. I’m not the lady who is here to hook up with you or serve you. Let me go!”
“Beauty, do you realize the kind of people in here? It doesn’t matter if you initially was the one to keep us accompany or to serve us. We really don’t care!”
Oriana remembered what the manager had told her earlier, he had said that the place was filled with bigwigs in LA and that she could not afford to offend them.
Oriana didn’t want to get into trouble either, but she was unlucky today to be pushed into this game.
“Why don’t we make a bet on whether this girl here is ugly or looks like an angel after her mask is taken off.”
“Okay, this is interesting. I bet that she’s ugly. If she looked stunning, she wouldn’t be wearing an hijab. Beauty is a woman’s biggest weapon.”
“I bet she looks breath-taking, because her body is really gorgeous…”one of the men countered.
On such occasions, men’s conversation were mainly about women and their body. Oriana was trapped inside and was opportune to hear them.
Oriana was clothed in a small velvet dress. The fringed skirt was placed below her knees.
Obediently, she had a slender frame.
Even if nothing was revealed, the coolly dressed ladies in the luxurious room had already been suppressed by her. Oriana glanced at Deacon who was in the main seat. He was smoking a cigarette with his eyes closed. A beautiful woman sat beside him.
He was aloof and ruthless.
Even as she was in deep trouble, he would not help her. He treated her as a stranger.
Although this was what she hoped for, so as to draw a line between them, but Oriana still felt her heart ache.
The greasy boss who wasdragging her came to take off her mask again.
“Beauty, the stakes are all set, let’s see your face.”
“Hold on.” Oriana said quickly.
“What do you have to say”? The boss halted.
“I said already that, I’m not the lady who was meant to be here. Let me play a game with you. If I win, you let me go. If I don’t, then you’ll decide what ever you want me to do.”
She wanted playing cards. There were lots of women around these men. Thin, fat, women of different race and shapes.
However, there weren’t much cool and smart women that could play tricks like Oriana.
Her decision aroused the curiosity of these men.
“You can’t escape our grasp. Why don’t you play a game? It’ll more interesting.” Oriana sat at the poker table with Deacon beside her.
Deacon didn’t utter a word the entire time. He only smoked his cigarette elegantly. But he was the king of the audience.
Harry raised his eyebrows at Oriana and reminded her kindly,
“No one can win my bro at poker. How about you first ask my bro to have mercy on you.”
Oriana said nothing. She didn’t want to beg him.
Deacon didn’t show any emotions, but his entire aura was cold, he threw his cigarette into the ashtray with a layer
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