A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 597 597

At the foot of Bellwether Mountain, within a luxury villa.

The lights were still brightly lit.

Every corner of the yard almost had someone standing guard, these bodyguards were all looking serious, as if anticipating something big was about to happen at any moment.

In a bedroom on the second floor.

The door suddenly opened.

In the corner of the room, a woman was curled up. Upon hearing this sound, she visibly flinched.

Next.

A man in a bathrobe strolled in leisurely.

The man appeared to be about thirty years old. He was quite handsome and dashing, and with a decent height, at least around six feet.

This was none other than Draven Hayes, the famous son of the Pangaea Group, a venture capital company in Serenity State.

Draven was quite renowned in the circles of the wealthy in Serenity State.

He graduated from a prestigious university abroad at the age of 20, then worked for a few years at an investment bank on Maiana's Full Street, being hailed as one of the most promising investment banking managers.

Returned home with accolades in his twenties.

Joined the family-held Pangaea Group.

And made quite a name for himself.

In Serenity State, he was known as the "most hardworking" second-generation rich kid.

Within the circle, there were hardly any scandals about him, and his image was quite perfect.

"Why are you sitting on the floor? The floor is so cold, you're still in your confinement period, you need to take good care of your body, otherwise, when you get older, you'll have many ailments."

Upon seeing Dorothy Zechariah on the floor.

Draven's face showed a look of pity.

He quickly ran over to Dorothy Zechariah, who was curled up in the corner, reaching out to pull her up from the floor.

But Dorothy Zechariah reacted as if she had seen a demon, resisting with both hands and feet at once, making it impossible for Draven to get closer.

"Look at you, throwing a tantrum like a child again, aren't I doing this for your own good?"

Draven sighed helplessly and said.

Seeing Dorothy Zechariah hugging her knees and burying her head into them, he slowly squatted down as well.

Just about to reach out to touch her hair.

But Dorothy Zechariah dodged.

He wasn't angry. Instead, he gave a slight smile and said, "We've been married for so long, and you still won't let me touch you?"

"Stay away from me, you demon."

Dorothy Zechariah shouted angrily.

Hearing these words, Draven's face turned into a vicious grin.

Suddenly, he stood up abruptly.

He raised his foot and kicked at Dorothy Zechariah's body. With a thud, Dorothy Zechariah screamed and fell to the ground. Then, he grabbed her hair, yanked her head fiercely, and slammed her toward the front sofa.

Another thud sound followed.

Dorothy Zechariah's head hit the sofa.

Even with such violence, he still wasn't satisfied, holding her head firmly in place.

Forcing her to look at him, he said, "Dorothy, you see how much I care for you, not minding that you're carrying someone else's child, not minding that you won't let me touch you. I'm such a good husband, how can you not appreciate that?"

Speaking the softest words.

While doing the roughest actions with his hands.

And that sinister smile on his face was quite chilling.

"Heh, of course, you don't mind. All you want is The Zechariah Family's money."

Despite the blood streaks flowing from her nose, Dorothy Zechariah still stubbornly mocked.

"Then give me the money, and once I have it, I'll naturally let you and your daughter go."

Draven said.

Dorothy Zechariah sneered coldly and said, "Dream on!"

Slap!

Draven slapped her.

Immediately followed by several more slaps.

Dorothy Zechariah's already swollen face became even more puffy.

"It's alright, if you won't give it, we'll play this game slowly. With no one to save you, you'll succumb eventually one day."

After saying these words.

He grabbed Dorothy Zechariah by the throat and pinned her to the ground.

Then, with his other hand, he started tearing at her clothes.

In this situation, Dorothy Zechariah was still struggling desperately.

Her hands and feet forcefully resisted Draven's body, shouting loudly, "Don't touch me, don't touch me..."

She struggled for a while.

But in the end, she couldn't succeed.

Draven stood up.

He touched his neck.

Where a bloodstain had been scratched by Dorothy Zechariah.

"Playing the chaste and virtuous card, right? No problem, I don't lack women. Do you think you're the only beautiful woman in this world? I'm rich, I can vent with whoever I want."

After saying this coldly.

He shouted towards the door, "Come in."

At his command.

Two women in bathrobes walked in barefoot, gracefully.

Both women were quite tall.

At least above 5'7".

And their faces were quite outstanding.

The two women stood on either side of Draven.

Draven smiled.

And said, "Dorothy, look, aren't they just as pretty as you?"

Seeing that Dorothy still had a cold gaze.

Draven said, "Take off your clothes."

The two women didn't hesitate at all.

They untied the bathrobe's belt, and then the clothes smoothly fell to the ground.

Two perfect and enticing bodies were exposed in front of him.

With perky chests and slim waists.

Their long legs revealed a tantalizing view between them.

Next.

One woman walked behind Draven.

Pushing her soft bosom onto his back.

Twirling her body.

Making the squeezed and deformed breasts rub against his back.

The other woman, facing him, placed her hands on his shoulders, extending her tongue to roam around his neck.

The scene was quite ambiguous.

The two women's actions were synchronized.

The woman in front started moving downwards from his chest, the one behind doing the same.

Eventually.

The woman in front knelt down.

Playing with Draven's banana for a while with her hands, she opened her mouth and swallowed it.

The woman behind mirrored her actions, her tongue wandering between Draven's biceps.

Under this kind of "service".

Draven took a long breath.

He provocatively glanced at Dorothy opposite him, seemingly wanting to tell her: "Without you, I have plenty of women."

But in Dorothy's eyes, there was no emotional fluctuation visible, only apathy, an endless apathy.

That gaze.

Seemed to provoke Draven.

He grabbed the woman in front of him with one hand and lifted her.

Turning her back against him.

Leaning her on the sofa with both hands.

Aiming his gun, he thrust his hips, eliciting seductive moans from the woman's throat.

Every thrust was quite forceful.

As if the woman in front of him was Dorothy.

At this moment.

There was a knocking sound from behind.

Draven didn't stop his movements, turned to look at the door, and saw a middle-aged man standing there, seemingly unbothered by the steamy scene he was witnessing.

"What's up?"

Draven asked while thrusting.

The middle-aged man, with his head lowered, said, "Mr. Hayes, there's a guest outside asking to see you."

"Guest? Who?"

"He says his name is Dirk Carter."

The man at the door said.