"Jayden Grant, you’re not human." Chase Sinclair was agitated and tried to rush forward but was stopped by Jayden Grant’s people.
"Young Master Sinclair, you’d better watch obediently." They were also helpless, this was Jayden Grant, a member of the Grant Family, Ethan’s younger brother.
In Meridia, who dares to offend the Grant Family?
Who dares to offend Ethan Grant.
These people all give Jayden Grant face, not because he is Jayden Grant, but because he is Ethan’s younger brother.
"Chase Sinclair, watch closely. If you manage not to intervene, I’ll ask my brother to say a word to President Jennings." Jayden Grant said sarcastically, using The Sinclair Group to threaten Chase Sinclair.
He guessed that someone as cowardly as Chase would compromise for the sake of profit.
He just wanted Yvette Aston to see what kind of person Chase Sinclair was.
"Let me go..." Yvette Aston cried, pleading. "Jayden Grant, let me go..."
But begging was useless, she should have known long ago.
Several men grabbed Yvette Aston, pressed her onto the sofa, and roughly tore at her clothes.
Yvette Aston cried and struggled, but it was of no use.
"Help me... please, save me..." Yvette Aston wanted to ask Chase Sinclair for help, feeling as though she had fallen into an icy pit, cold and suffocating.
Chase Sinclair’s Adam’s apple rolled as he wanted to step forward but ultimately hesitated.
Without The Sinclair Group, he, Chase Sinclair, would be stepped on by others in this circle.
Fingers clenched to the point of trembling, Chase Sinclair turned his gaze away.
He just didn’t imagine that the once prestigious Aston Family’s eldest daughter would now be tortured like this by this group of people.
The blooming white rose had now become withered.
And Jayden Grant seemed intent on tearing out all of Yvette Aston’s thorns and glow, dirtying her, breaking her, and stomping her into the mud.
Yvette Aston looked at Chase Sinclair in despair, no longer struggling or begging.
It was useless; these people would not save her.
Lying powerless on the sofa, Yvette Aston allowed herself to be humiliated.
Clothes torn apart, her body was covered with bruises and scars.
During those years in prison, people bribed by Jayden Grant paid special attention to her daily.
These bruises would likely take a long time to fade.
"Damn... Is this woman sick or what, covered in bruises, what the hell?"
Someone looked at Yvette Aston in disgust, instinctively releasing his grip.
They liked to have fun, but did not want to catch a disease.
The other men soon let go of Yvette Aston too. "I heard she’s sick..."
"Ha, God knows how many people she’s been with, really dirty, Jayden Grant, we’re not picking up trash."
Yvette Aston lay on the sofa with empty eyes, motionless.
The cruelest way to destroy a girl? Start a pornographic rumor.
Yvette Aston had experienced this back in high school.
At the time, many boys liked her, and Yvette Aston would find her desk full of love letters every day.
The one who pursued her most aggressively was Tom Ziegler, followed by Chase Sinclair.
Both Tom Ziegler and Chase Sinclair had publicly confessed to Yvette Aston and were both gently rejected.
Later, rumors slowly sp that Yvette Aston had already slept with men, pretending to be aloof while secretly being promiscuous.
Because of these pornographic rumors, Yvette Aston cried many times and was bullied by the girls in class, enduring verbal abuse.
Even facing chicken blood poured on her ballet outfit and blades stuffed into her dance shoes...
Later, when she got together with Jayden Grant, no one dared offend him, and these rumors slowly died down.
From that time on, Yvette Aston saw Jayden Grant as her redemption.
A ray of light in her dark world.
Her savior.
But then one day, the savior turned into a devil.
"Having someone’s child, what kind of quality can it be."
"Exactly, wouldn’t take her even if free."
"Didn’t Tom Ziegler like her to the point of not being able to eat or drink, Tom Ziegler definitely wouldn’t mind, where’s Tom Ziegler? Why didn’t he come today."
"He’ll be here soon."
Yvette Aston lay numbly on the sofa, listening to those disgusting words.
Slowly sitting up, Yvette Aston straightened her clothes, noticing all the buttons were torn off.
She didn’t cry.
Couldn’t cry anymore.
Jayden Grant sat aside, the cigarette butt burning his finger, but he didn’t notice.
Suddenly feeling a bit regretful, knowing he’d gone too far.
But it was Yvette Aston who pushed him, he also just wanted her to see Chase Sinclair’s true face.
"Yvette..." Chase Sinclair approached, but dared not get too close to her.
Clearly, he believed those people when they said she was dirty, said she was sick.
Yvette Aston said nothing, but her body instinctively curled slightly.
"I’ll take you back..." Chase Sinclair spoke softly.
Yvette Aston didn’t move, remained quietly sitting there, for a long time, she looked up at Chase Sinclair. "Do a paternity test with Summers."
Hearing Yvette Aston’s words clearly, a few men on the side excitedly slammed the table. "Hah! So Yvette’s bastard is First Young Master Sinclair’s, Chase Sinclair, you’re the man, you don’t mind dirtiness!"
"Chase Sinclair, are you happy to be a dad?"
"Chase Sinclair, you’re really brave, even daring to touch a woman like this."
Chase Sinclair was a little unhappy, clearly feeling his reputation had been hurt. "Shut up."
A few people sneered and said no more.
"Yvette, Summers is not my child, and the one with you at the hotel was not me." Chase Sinclair hastily denied it.
Yvette Aston breathed a sigh of relief, nodded.
That’s good...
As long as it wasn’t him.
Otherwise, she would vomit.
At the door, Tom Ziegler pushed open the door and walked in, seeing the group of people making noise, spewing filthy words, he frowned.
His gaze fixed on Yvette Aston, Tom Ziegler paused.