## Chapter 104: Call the Police? (Please Subscribe)

"Ahhh~"

The next day at noon, a hoarse scream echoed through the bedroom of the penthouse suite at the Beverly Hills Hotel.

On the massive, luxurious double bed, Gwyneth awoke from her slumber. She opened her eyes wide and stared at the golden ceiling, her mind blank. What had happened last night?

Suddenly, chaotic and intensely stimulating images flooded her mind. It felt like a lengthy and artistic French love film, yet twisted and provocative.

She pulled back the blanket, slowly sat up, and saw the full situation. A surge of overwhelming negative emotion erupted from deep within her.

"Richard Brad, you bastard! Pervert! Devil! How could you do this to me?!"

She bit her lip, clenched her fists, and pounded the bed in frustration.

"I'll kill you!"

She looked around the bedside tables and saw her phone, along with a silver fifty-cent coin.

"Richard Brad, I'll definitely kill you!"

She picked up the phone and quickly dialed a number.

"Good afternoon, dear Gwyneth. Did you sleep well last night?"

A warm greeting came from the other end, the voice rich and magnetic, very soothing. But knowing it belonged to that pervert made the feeling anything but pleasant.

"You bastard pervert, how dare you do that to me?!"

Gwyneth angrily demanded.

"What did I do to you? Can you describe it to help jog my memory, dear Gwyneth? You see, I used to have so many things in my mind. But it was too much, causing frequent headaches and long periods of sleep. So I learned to forget. I've forgotten a lot, even things I did just a moment ago. Can you explain?"

"You... bastard! You defiled, humiliated, and tortured me, and now you say you forgot?!"

Gwyneth angrily questioned. What happened last night was something she had never experienced before and would be forever etched in her memory. But this bastard claimed to have forgotten?

"Yes, forgetting the bad things we've done allows us to always be good people. Forgetting the unpleasant things lets us choose to be happy. Would last night's events make you happy? If so, keep them. If they cause you unbearable pain, why not forget them?"

"Fuck you, Richard Brad! You did something terrible, no, you committed a crime, and now you're pretending it was nothing. Well, I'm telling you, it's not that easy. I'm calling the police!"

Gwyneth bit her lip, a smile of satisfaction spreading across her face. "Heh, dear Richard, once you're at the LAPD, will you still be able to forget what you've done?"

"Calling the police? Haha, great. I've never been to a police station before. It might be interesting to go once. By the way, although I might have forgotten, I have a little gadget on me, a voice recorder, given to me by a friend who works as a spy. It's super long-lasting and highly functional, just like me. It should have recorded everything we said. Want to hear it?"

There was a crackling sound, followed by a peculiar noise.

"Dear Richard, I love you. From the first time I saw you, I've been in love with you. Every day and night, I think of you…"

"Stop! Don't play it!!"

Hearing this, Gwyneth's face turned red, her body feeling like a candle in high heat, ready to melt.

She covered her burning cheeks, listening to the ongoing sound in the receiver. The more she listened, the clearer the images became in her mind. It seemed she was not just a victim.

"Heh, can't take it? There's a lot more stimulating content to come. Want to hear more?"

The bastard's voice, like a devil's chant, sent shivers down her spine. Gwyneth shook her head. "No, no, I don't want to hear anymore."

"Really? Speak more kindly, and I might grant your request."

The bastard chuckled.

Gwyneth bit her lip. "Richard, please turn it off, okay?"

"No, still not kind enough, and not natural enough either. Heh, dear Gwyneth, in this situation, why are you still holding your head high? Have you forgotten last night…"

"Stop it!"

Gwyneth took a breath. "…Dear, can you please turn it off?"

"No, not enough. Remember what you called me last night?"

"Please!"

Gwyneth blushed and breathed heavily. "...Dear, can you please turn it off?"

"Heh heh, not bad. I'll satisfy you, just like last night."

Click~ The crackling noise stopped. Gwyneth collapsed onto the bed, her body drenched in sweat.

"How are you feeling, Gwyneth?"

The bastard's voice asked over the phone.

"Not good, I'm feeling terrible. Richard, you're a bastard, a devil. You not only tortured my body but also my soul. You're a devil, aren't you?"

Gwyneth lay on the bed, speaking softly.

"Haha, maybe. But didn't you know that already? And even knowing that, you didn't stay away but came closer. Isn't this exactly what you wanted?"

"Yes, it's my own doing."

Gwyneth curled up under the covers, murmuring, "I knew you were a bad guy, but I kept provoking you. Maybe I really do love you, Richard. Do you believe that?"

"Gwyneth, you're still not fully awake. Go back to sleep. Once you wake up, take a shower, have a seafood feast, walk along the beach, and forget about last night. Forget you ever knew me. Treat it all as a dream. Next time we meet, you can call me Mr. Brad, and I'll call you Ms. Paltrow. I'll delete the recording and forget everything, continuing to pretend to be a good person. Isn't that nice?"

"Haha, keep dreaming, Richard Brad. I'm telling you, I won't let this go, ever. And don't delete the recording. I want a copy. That's it. Mwah~"

Gwyneth lay back on the bed, the phone resting on her chest, feeling that this wasn't all that bad.

Although that guy was excessive, being with him felt incredibly amazing. Next time… no, she couldn't think like that. He humiliated her; she should hate him, loathe him. Yes, bastard, I won't let you off easily.

Ring ring~ Her phone rang. Was it that guy calling again?

She immediately picked it up, but it wasn't. It was a call from her best friend.

"Hey, Gwyn, how did it go last night? Did you manage to get that guy?"

Her friend asked excitedly.

"Of course… not."

Gwyneth brushed her hair back. "That guy refused my offer. He's so strong, and I couldn't overpower him."

"Gwyn, you've failed three times already."

"Yes, that guy is hard to deal with, always pretending. Do you want to try?"

Gwyneth blinked her long lashes.

"Sure, I'll try. Once I get him, you'll have to admit I'm better than you."

"Haha, deal!"

Gwyneth smiled. Another challenge on its way.

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