Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Chapter 2 Not a Virgin

She disdained!

Sarah was not good at speech. After hearing what Andrew said, Sarah knew that she couldn't defend

herself. The man didn't believe her at all!

Now, it was necessary to ask Manager Tom to make it clear, so that she could get rid of the suspicion.

She smiled coldly and pulled all the quilts around her, saying with a smile,

"Sir, first of all, I don't know who you are at all. This is my duty as a hotel waiter to serve your meals,

but what happened last night had nothing to do with me. Besides, I am a woman. I don't blame you, but

you blame me first. I am the one who suffers the most!"

Hearing this, Andrew sneered and pointed at the quilt. "Really? Who are you? So what is this? You're

not a virgin, are you?"

Sarah's face was pale, and there was a blood stain on the corner of her mouth before she let go.

"What about you?" She refuted a very fine sentence, her eyes raised to him.

Andrew was humble and dumb!

"Get out!"

Sarah pointed at the door with no mercy. Her almond-like eyes were filled with anger, which looked

intimidating.

Andrew's eyes narrowed. His heart sank.

Sarah felt hurt, said, "You can leave now. We just pretend that nothing happened last night. You can

rest assured that I'm not going to threaten you!"

Seeing this, Andrew was shocked. His furrowed brow was obviously surprised extremely.

Looking at her, he quickly picked up the phone on the table. His voice was so cold, "You check who set

me up last night, right now!"

Andrew tried to remember last night, but some ambiguous moments flashed clearly in his mind.

He was stunned for a moment, and his mind drifted far away. At that moment, the woman's soft and

charming voice in the night sounded so familiar...

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When Andrew left, Sarah got out of bed, and even though she was not feeling well, she carried on.

The first action was to find the culprit - Manager Tom.

When she came to the hotel downstairs, there was a receptionist on duty.

She tidied up a little to make herself look less disconcerted.

"Hello, is your hotel Manager Tom here today? Does she work today?"

The receptionist, perhaps not yet acquainted with Sarah, took a moment to say,

"Oh, sorry, Manager Tom just quit last night."

The news came crashing down on Sarah, stunned.

"Quit last night?"

Who would quit at midnight?

It was so creepy.

She shook her head, a little drowsy in her head.

She bowed her head and then looked up, "Please tell me, where did Manager Tom go, and why did she

resign last night!"

She urgently shook the receptionist's hand, overflow a touch of tears.

No one understood her bitterness. Being plotted again made her panic and afraid.

Seeing her urgency, the receptionist hurriedly shook her head and muttered, "I don't know why. I

wonder why Manager Tom resigned as well."

Suddenly, the Sarah let go of her hand. At that moment, all hope was lost.

The complicate reality showed that she was assaulted by someone again. There seemed to be an

invisible hand that controlled her life.

She had no choice but to go along...

Breathing became difficult because of the extremely painful gasp. She crouched in the hall, her tiny

body trembling, arousing pity.

Seeing Sarah, the receptionist looked puzzled. Then she saw the ambiguous marks on Sarah's neck,

shocking.

At this moment, a cramped telephone ring cut in.