A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 718 718:

Lilian Taylor is not a promiscuous character.

Upon hearing this, she instinctively covered her chest and asked in panic, "Mr. Houseman, what do you want to do?"

"Do what? You came to me, isn't that just to sleep with me? Do I have to spell it out so clearly?"

John Houseman asked.

Lilian Taylor immediately waved her hand.

She said, "No, no, no, Mr. Houseman, you've misunderstood, I am... I want to..."

The rest of the words hadn't come out yet.

John Houseman impatiently said, "Stop going in circles, hurry up and strip, if I have to do it myself, your clothes won't remain intact."

The fear increased more and more.

Lilian Taylor quickly reached for the car door.

Only then did she realize the door had been locked.

No matter what she did, she couldn't open it.

John Houseman saw her intention to flee.

He suddenly acted, grabbing her hair and said fiercely, "You've fired me up, now you want to leave? Dream on, today you'll strip whether you want to or not."

"Mr. Houseman, please, I have a boyfriend, I..."

Lilian Taylor pleaded.

John Houseman let out a cold humph.

With one hand, he undid his belt.

He pulled out his thing directly.

Pointed with his finger.

He said, "Either you suck it, or I'll have the people in that car behind play with you, you choose."

"Whimpering..."

At this moment, Lilian Taylor was already in tears.

Her body trembled and she sobbed.

She glanced back at the car, knowing well that escaping this person's clutches was impossible.

The regret was overwhelming.

She wished she could slap herself.

Who told her to get into his car willingly.

"Open your mouth, suck it!"

The hand gripping her hair suddenly exerted force.

Pressed her head down harshly.

Lilian Taylor was desperate.

She had no choice but to open her mouth and take in the rod.

"Ah..."

John Houseman moaned softly.

He leaned back lazily in the car seat.

His expression contorted.

After a bout of swallowing.

He felt a flame roaring in his chest.

He sat up.

Lifted Lilian Taylor up.

Looking at Lilian Taylor's trembling appearance.

He felt a wave of satisfaction.

Putting his hands in the middle of Lilian Taylor's shirt, with a sound of rrrrr, he ripped hard.

The buttons of the shirt flew off.

The pink bra appeared before him.

"Mr. Houseman, no, Mr. Houseman..."

Lilian Taylor tried again to cover herself.

John Houseman forcibly pressed her down.

Following that.

He directly pushed the bra down.

Two snow-white tender bunnies suddenly lay before him.

John Houseman licked his lips.

He covered them with both hands and squeezed hard.

Still unsatisfied.

He opened his mouth and bit on the two grapes.

Grinding with his teeth, gnawing.

Lilian Taylor whimpered and cried out in pain.

Before long, the fair skin bore marks of teeth.

This also aroused John Houseman's beastly desires.

He pushed Lilian Taylor down onto the back seat.

Forcefully pushed her skirt to her waist.

Looking at the pink panties before him, he could no longer hold back.

Directly unveiled the fabric covering the mysterious part, pushed it to the side, revealing an alluring little creek.

Following that.

Forced her legs apart.

Thrust his hips forward.

Completed the union.

At that moment.

Lilian Taylor's tears flowed profusely.

John Houseman remained unmoved.

Exerting wave after wave of force.

Ravaging Lilian Taylor's body...

About ten minutes later.

The car door was opened.

Lilian Taylor, battered and bruised, still reeling from the ordeal, was kicked out of the car and tumbled to the ground.

The damage to her body and soul made her curl up in a ball, sobbing and crying loudly.

At this moment.

The driver who had gotten out earlier walked up to her.

Picked up a camera, snapping at her with clicks.

Especially her exposed private parts, not missing a single one.

After taking the photos.

He pulled out a wad of cash and tossed it on Lilian Taylor.

He warned in a low voice, "Dare to go to the police, you'll regret it."

After dropping this line.

The driver turned and got back into the car.

The car started, kicking up dust as it sped away.

Only she remained, alone and shrinking on the spot, as if the whole ordeal had never happened.

On the back seat.

John Houseman lay comfortably on the seat.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, "Brother Houseman, where are we going?"

John Houseman exhaled deeply.

Asked, "I heard Dirk Carter's wife is quite pretty?"

The driver knew exactly what John Houseman meant.

He said, "Brother Houseman, Dirk Carter's wife is no small fry, and we were instructed by the elder not to mess with Dirk Carter, so..."

"Damn it, Auden, when did it become your job to lecture me?"

John Houseman asked displeased.

The driver named Auden immediately shut up, not daring to speak again.

John Houseman seemed hesitant about targeting Dirk Carter.

Paused, then said, "Leave Dirk Carter for later, I'm definitely not letting him off the hook, find out about Javier Summers at Sterling Hotel, that bastard didn't give me face, if I don't do something to him, I can't swallow this anger."

"Alright, I'll handle it later."

Auden said.

That night.

Eight-thirty in the evening.

Monarch's Court Residential Community in Rexton City.

The dejected Javier Summers drank heavily tonight.

Lying on the couch staring at the television screen with empty eyes.

Unemployment in middle age hit him hard.

Moreover, he lost quite a good job.

At this moment.

A middle-aged woman in pajamas emerged with a bowl of ginseng soup.

The woman was in her forties.

Yet still charming.

Due to good upkeep, her looks, skin tone, and figure remained quite good.

This woman was Javier Summers' wife Stella Stone, a dance teacher at a ballroom dancing academy.

"Honey, it's okay, we've saved some money over the years, even if you're unemployed, it doesn't matter, can't I still support you?"

Stella Stone's thoughtfulness relaxed Javier Summers considerably.

He drank up the ginseng soup in one go.

"Zoe, peel a apple for Dad."

Stella shouted.

A room door opened.

Out came a young woman in pajamas.

Her name was Zoe Summers, Javier Summers' daughter, a senior interning at a tech company in Rexton City.

The daughter inherited her mother's qualities completely.

Beautiful in looks and figure.

Zoe Summers peeled an apple and handed it over.

Snuggled against Javier Summers, saying, "Dad, it doesn't matter, I'm interning now too, I can support you."

Logically, the story should find a happy ending here.

The caring wife and sensible daughter provided Javier Summers great solace.

However, he didn't know.

He offended a living ancestor, this John Houseman, crazier and more perverse than his cousin Elihu Houseman.