"Zach, you can’t treat me like this. We just had sex, and you can’t leave me behind once you put your
pants on."
"How much?"
Cora was confused. "What do you mean?"
"How much do you want for your service fee?"
Cora drew back in astonishment. She didn’t expect Zachariah to treat her as an escort.
"Zachariah Chambers, you’ve gone too far. The Fletchers are a respected family. Besides, it was you
who asked me to come here and then slept with me, but now, not only aren’t you held accountable for
it, but you’re insulting me. What kind of man are you?"
Zachariah replied, "You asked for it. Even if you had a little pride left, you wouldn’t have pestered me.
Are you that hungry? Why must you play up to men? You should feel ashamed for what you’ve done,
and I feel ashamed for you. You’re worse than a prostitute."
Hardly had Zachariah finished his words than he turned around and left.
Cora collapsed, devastated. The more expectant she had been, the more resentful she was now. She
felt bitter about Zachariah being so mean to her, but what enraged her was the fact that she was the
one kissing his ass.
"I hate you, Zachariah," Cora growled through clenched teeth.
Just at this moment, a pair of leather shoes stopped in front of her. She looked up, only to find it was
June.
June said in a cold voice, "Now that you’ve been insulted by him again and again, will you give up on
him now?"
Cora burst into tears and yelled resentfully, "Why? Why? Why?"
June stared indifferently at her and taunted, "How can you expect Zachariah to respect you when you
don’t even respect yourself?"
Cora kept wailing while June looked on without saying anything.
Finally, her sobs turned to sniffs, and Cora stared tearfully at June, saying, "June, I want to ask a favor
of you. As long as you can help me retaliate against Zachariah, I promise to be your lover, and you can
do anything to me."
June’s lips curved into a sneer and he replied, "Cora Fletcher, what makes you think I want a filthy slut
to be my lover?"
Cora widened her eyes in shock.
June looked at her with contempt and said, "Do you know what a bitch you are? I’ve been so kind and
loyal to you, while you’ve been completely obsessed with a man who doesn’t care about you at all.
Now that you’ve been humiliated by him again and again, do you think I’ll still accept you like a
sucker?"
Cora was still stunned.
"Cora, you run counter to the meaning of your name. I’m even skeptical about my taste in women now."
Cora sprang to her feet, grabbed June’s arm and shook it injuredly. Ashamed and furious, she
snapped, "How can you say something like that? Who are you to talk to me like that? In my eyes,
you’re nothing but a poor sap! So what if I’m a bitch? You come after me anyway. If I’m a bitch, you’re a
moron, and we’re birds of a feather. Who are you to judge me?"
June stared coldly at her.
Cora turned around and left, but before she could go far away, June grabbed her arm. She looked
around and scowled at him.
"Didn’t you just say that I’m a bitch? Why are you stopping me?"
"It’s true that you’re a bitch, and you’re right. I’m a moron." The coldness on June’s face was replaced
by his usual casualness.
Cora shook his hand off and scoffed, "What a jerk!" After that, she left.
"If you don’t want to retaliate against Zachariah, just leave."
Cora stopped immediately upon hearing that.
"Come back."
Cora hesitated for a moment before she walked back to June, who lifted her chin and said, "Make me
happy tonight, and give me the rest of your life, and I’ll be willing to destroy him for you with everything
I have. How about that?"
Cora glared at June. She could tell he was taking advantage of her, but she was unable to turn down
such a tempting offer.
"What do you think? You’ll be my secret lover, while I’ll destroy Zachariah for you. Just think how he
has trodden on you. I don’t think I’m asking too much," June spoke in a husky and seductive whisper.
Cora remained silent. She wished she could get even with Zachariah now. The more she loved him, the
more she hated him, so much so that her hatred blinded her reason.
If she were an outsider, she would find out how unfair the deal was and thus refuse June. She came
from a distinguished family background, and could easily find a man of her own class, but
unfortunately, she was so filled with hatred that she lost her self-respect.
"No?" June was in no hurry to get an answer from Cora because he intended to play the long game. He
wanted to cut her down to size and make her lose the ability to resist, so that she could only be his
secret lover obediently, while he could do anything to her.
Truly, June liked it when Cora was being naughty, but he hoped more that she could be as meek as a
lamb. Back then, he had fallen in love with her at first sight and done so much for her, so he wouldn’t
allow anyone to take his prey away.
Now, June’s love for Cora had turned into excessive possessiveness. He would go so far as to break
her wings to make her stay in the cage he built for her, so that no one else could ever approach her for
the rest of her life.
"Forget it. Women throw themselves at me all the time, but I wonder how a girl like you will deal with
Zachariah on your own." June shrugged, acting as if he didn’t care at all.
June knew Cora too well. The reason he took such a step now was because he was aware that Cora’s
love for Zachariah had turned into hate after her being insulted by him for so many times. Things would
go into his desired direction as long as he spiced things up a little at the right moment.
"I’m going back to my country." June delivered a killer punch. "You don’t have to worry about me
badgering you anymore. After all, I’m not interested in a woman ditched by another man. I have my
pride. Now we’re even. Bye."
Cora watched June walking away, hesitating. At last, she closed her eyes and replied, "Fine, I promise
you."
A sly grin spread across June’s face.
If one compared the two, June was as cunning as a fox, while Cora was like a conceited and proud
swan, who finally ended up being a bird in his cage.
June strode towards Cora, grabbed her hand and took her into a love hotel. He got a presidential suite,
opened the door and went in, putting on a gentle look. "Honey, don’t blame me for leaving you no
choice. It’s not too late to back out now. When you become my woman in a while, there’s no turning
back."
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