Chapter 598: Indecent Proposal
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Frowning at the empty seat, Jacob grew restless at the party.
'Where the hell is Emily? What is taking her so long? Is she glued to the toilet seat? She is such a nuisance!' he thought angrily.
'But Emily is Beryl's mother, so I'm stuck with her. If anything happened to her, Beryl would be lost without her mother, especially at such a young age. I can't let Beryl suffer that fate. I'd better go to find Emily.'
This thought galvanized him into action and he was convinced to go look for the mother of his child. Asking around confirmed his suspicions that Emily was still in the toilet.
"Is she really glued to the toilet seat? That silly woman!" Jacob muttered angrily.
Without a moment's consideration about propriety, he entered the ladies room. All the women screamed when they saw a man in the toilet, but they dared not complain further after one look at Jacob's thundercloud face.
Ignoring them, he searched the facilities for Emily but found no trace of her.
'What happened?
Where is she?'
In desperation, he just about turned the toilets upside down. It was a blow to his ego that someone under his control, under his protection, had disappeared. This was the biggest provocation for him, but he was somewhat concerned for her wellbeing as well.
Jacob gave orders to lock the party venue so that he could properly search for Emily. Grasping hold of the host, he demanded to see the security monitors. Upon inspection though, it was revealed that the camera over the toilet area had been damaged just prior to her disappearance. It showed her entering the facilities, but nothing after that.
Obviously, everything had been premeditated.
Rage burned in Jacob's eyes and his face turned grim.
The man in charge quaked next to him and offered in a trembling voice, "Mr. Jacob, we can try to repair the camera, but we need a little time..."
"Bang!" Jacob savagely kicked him to the ground. Coldness was written on his face, and he yelled, "Fuck you!"
Emily could be dead before it was repaired!
The man writhed on the floor, screaming in pain. Holding onto his stomach, he begged for mercy, "Mr Jacob, please forgive me! I'm sorry..."
A violent impulse rose in Jacob's chest. For a moment, he wanted to trample the pathetic downcast figure to death, but he controlled the impulse, barely. Then, full of anger, he looked at the other monitors.
Although he did not see Emily in any of the monitors, he did find some clues.
...
When Emily woke up, a terrible ache gripped her whole bod
g ordeal, Emily sat on the bed to rest.
Jacob changed his clothes in front of her without scruple. As he buttoned up his shirt, his indifference and coldness also seemed to be part of his wardrobe and he wrapped himself in those like armor.
Though she had many questions that she wanted to ask him, he clearly didn't want to answer any questions now. "Let's go!" he said.
Left with no other option, she swallowed her queries, and accompanied him.
As they walked past the presidential suit of the hotel, Emily heard a fierce rattling coming from inside. She could also hear a woman's screams of distress through the door, followed by occasional calls for help.
Unconsciously she stopped and tried to figure it out.
Suddenly Jacob pulled her into the crook of his arm and began walking her along. "What are you doing?" he rebuked her.
"I heard someone screaming inside."
"It's just your imagination."
"Really?" She frowned.
Jacob gently raised a finger and smoothed out the creases between Emily's eyes, but his voice was frigid and angry, "You can't even protect yourself. Best you mind your own business."
She pursed her lips pensively, but agreed timidly, "All right."
After they left, the noise in the room grew more intense, but the ruckus failed to attracted anybody. Jacob had issued orders to clear the floor.
In the room, Jennifer had been stripped of her clothes. A greasy, fat man rode her with a terrible force. He was repeatedly thrusting like an animal mating.
"Fuck! Fuck off! Fuck off! You asshole!"
Screaming had turned Jennifer's voice hoarse.
The fat man was the same boss who was drunk at the party and had asked Jacob for Emily.
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Frowning at the empty seat, Jacob grew restless at the party.
'Where the hell is Emily? What is taking her so long? Is she glued to the toilet seat? She is such a nuisance!' he thought angrily.
'But Emily is Beryl's mother, so I'm stuck with her. If anything happened to her, Beryl would be lost without her mother, especially at such a young age. I can't let Beryl suffer that fate. I'd better go to find Emily.'
This thought galvanized him into action and he was convinced to go look for the mother of his child. Asking around confirmed his suspicions that Emily was still in the toilet.
"Is she really glued to the toilet seat? That silly woman!" Jacob muttered angrily.
Without a moment's consideration about propriety, he entered the ladies room. All the women screamed when they saw a man in the toilet, but they dared not complain further after one look at Jacob's thundercloud face.
Ignoring them, he searched the facilities for Emily but found no trace of her.
'What happened?
Where is she?'
In desperation, he just about turned the toilets upside down. It was a blow to his ego that someone under his control, under his protection, had disappeared. This was the biggest provocation for him, but he was somewhat concerned for her wellbeing as well.
Jacob gave orders to lock the party venue so that he could properly search for Emily. Grasping hold of the host, he demanded to see the security monitors. Upon inspection though, it was revealed that the camera over the toilet area had been damaged just prior to her disappearance. It showed her entering the facilities, but nothing after that.
Obviously, everything had been premeditated.
Rage burned in Jacob's eyes and his face turned grim.
The man in charge quaked next to him and offered in a trembling voice, "Mr. Jacob, we can try to repair the camera, but we need a little time..."
"Bang!" Jacob savagely kicked him to the ground. Coldness was written on his face, and he yelled, "Fuck you!"
Emily could be dead before it was repaired!
The man writhed on the floor, screaming in pain. Holding onto his stomach, he begged for mercy, "Mr Jacob, please forgive me! I'm sorry..."
A violent impulse rose in Jacob's chest. For a moment, he wanted to trample the pathetic downcast figure to death, but he controlled the impulse, barely. Then, full of anger, he looked at the other monitors.
Although he did not see Emily in any of the monitors, he did find some clues.
...
When Emily woke up, a terrible ache gripped her whole bod
g ordeal, Emily sat on the bed to rest.
Jacob changed his clothes in front of her without scruple. As he buttoned up his shirt, his indifference and coldness also seemed to be part of his wardrobe and he wrapped himself in those like armor.
Though she had many questions that she wanted to ask him, he clearly didn't want to answer any questions now. "Let's go!" he said.
Left with no other option, she swallowed her queries, and accompanied him.
As they walked past the presidential suit of the hotel, Emily heard a fierce rattling coming from inside. She could also hear a woman's screams of distress through the door, followed by occasional calls for help.
Unconsciously she stopped and tried to figure it out.
Suddenly Jacob pulled her into the crook of his arm and began walking her along. "What are you doing?" he rebuked her.
"I heard someone screaming inside."
"It's just your imagination."
"Really?" She frowned.
Jacob gently raised a finger and smoothed out the creases between Emily's eyes, but his voice was frigid and angry, "You can't even protect yourself. Best you mind your own business."
She pursed her lips pensively, but agreed timidly, "All right."
After they left, the noise in the room grew more intense, but the ruckus failed to attracted anybody. Jacob had issued orders to clear the floor.
In the room, Jennifer had been stripped of her clothes. A greasy, fat man rode her with a terrible force. He was repeatedly thrusting like an animal mating.
"Fuck! Fuck off! Fuck off! You asshole!"
Screaming had turned Jennifer's voice hoarse.
The fat man was the same boss who was drunk at the party and had asked Jacob for Emily.
Frowning at the empty seat, Jacob grew restless at the party. 'Where the hell is Emily? What is taking her so long? Is she glued to the toilet seat? She is such a nuisance!' he thought angrily. 'But Emily is Beryl's mother, so I'm stuck with her. If anything happened to her, Beryl would be lost without her mother, especially at such a young age. I can't let Beryl suffer that fate. I'd better go to find Emily.'This thought galvanized him into action and he was convinced to go look for the mother of his child. Asking around confirmed his suspicions that Emily was still in the toilet. "Is she really glued to the toilet seat? That silly woman!" Jacob muttered angrily. Without a moment's consideration about propriety, he entered the ladies room. All the women screamed when they saw a man in the toilet, but they dared not complain further after one look at Jacob's thundercloud face. Ignoring them, he searched the facilities for Emily but found no trace of her. 'What happened? Where is she?'In desperation, he just about turned the toilets upside down. It was a blow to his ego that someone under his control, under his protection, had disappeared. This was the biggest provocation for him, but he was somewhat concerned for her wellbeing as well. Jacob gave orders to lock the party venue so that he could properly search for Emily. Grasping hold of the host, he demanded to see the security monitors. Upon inspection though, it was revealed that the camera over the toilet area had been damaged just prior to her disappearance. It showed her entering the facilities, but nothing after that. Obviously, everything had been premeditated. Rage burned in Jacob's eyes and his face turned grim. The man in charge quaked next to him and offered in a trembling voice, "Mr. Jacob, we can try to repair the camera, but we need a little time...""Bang!" Jacob savagely kicked him to the ground. Coldness was written on his face, and he yelled, "Fuck you!"Emily could be dead before it was repaired! The man writhed on the floor, screaming in pain. Holding onto his stomach, he begged for mercy, "Mr Jacob, please forgive me! I'm sorry..."A violent impulse rose in Jacob's chest. For a moment, he wanted to trample the pathetic downcast figure to death, but he controlled the impulse, barely. Then, full of anger, he looked at the other monitors. Although he did not see Emily in any of the monitors, he did find some clues. ... When Emily woke up, a terrible ache gripped her whole bodg ordeal, Emily sat on the bed to rest. Jacob changed his clothes in front of her without scruple. As he buttoned up his shirt, his indifference and coldness also seemed to be part of his wardrobe and he wrapped himself in those like armor. Though she had many questions that she wanted to ask him, he clearly didn't want to answer any questions now. "Let's go!" he said. Left with no other option, she swallowed her queries, and accompanied him. As they walked past the presidential suit of the hotel, Emily heard a fierce rattling coming from inside. She could also hear a woman's screams of distress through the door, followed by occasional calls for help. Unconsciously she stopped and tried to figure it out. Suddenly Jacob pulled her into the crook of his arm and began walking her along. "What are you doing?" he rebuked her. "I heard someone screaming inside.""It's just your imagination.""Really?" She frowned. Jacob gently raised a finger and smoothed out the creases between Emily's eyes, but his voice was frigid and angry, "You can't even protect yourself. Best you mind your own business."She pursed her lips pensively, but agreed timidly, "All right."After they left, the noise in the room grew more intense, but the ruckus failed to attracted anybody. Jacob had issued orders to clear the floor. In the room, Jennifer had been stripped of her clothes. A greasy, fat man rode her with a terrible force. He was repeatedly thrusting like an animal mating. "Fuck! Fuck off! Fuck off! You asshole!"Screaming had turned Jennifer's voice hoarse. The fat man was the same boss who was drunk at the party and had asked Jacob for Emily.
