Ten thousand... that’s two months’ salary.
Instantly, the waitress was tempted: "Little Sakura, when you get wealthy, don’t forget about me."
Little Sakura was thrilled, eager to climb into Master Blackwood’s bed and become his woman.
Ivy Kensington frowned; she couldn’t let Little Sakura’s scheme succeed.
After Little Sakura left, Ivy followed the waitress’s steps and walked over.
"Master Blackwood..."
Just as the waitress knocked on Sebastian Blackwood’s room door, her neck was suddenly struck hard, and she fell into a slumber.
Ivy caught the waitress’s body and dragged her to the side.
Then she took the incense from her hand, about to throw it away.
The room door was suddenly pulled open with force, and a large hand reached over her waist, pulling her inside.
Ivy was tremendously startled and couldn’t help but scream.
The next second, a possessive kiss descended on her.
Ivy’s mind went blank; she accidentally brushed against his body, feeling the scorching heat.
She was still a step too late!
"Sebastian Blackwood, mmm..."
She struggled, trying hard to push him away.
But unexpectedly, Sebastian detected her intent, grabbed her wrists, and pressed her hands above her head.
Ivy’s heart ached; did he think she was Little Sakura?
The grievances of the entire night finally leaked out, and Ivy began to sob softly.
Tears slid into the man’s mouth, bitter and astringent.
Sebastian’s actions paused, and he clenched his fists tightly.
"Is my touch so unbearable for you?!"
Ivy hastily wiped her tears and turned her face away: "Mr. Blackwood, I just want to know where Ethan Ford has been taken by you."
Ethan Ford, Ethan Ford...
Her lips were filled with another man’s name!
Raging anger surged from deep within, and Sebastian forcefully flung the woman’s hand away, gripping her chin tightly, "If you want to know, then please me!"
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Seeing her unmoved, Sebastian sneered, "If you can’t, then get out! I’m not interested in you being a pregnant woman."
Just then, Little Sakura’s voice sounded from behind the door.
"Master Blackwood, I brought you water."
Sebastian strode over to open the door.
Was he intending to let Little Sakura help him?
In an instant, Ivy clenched her fists tightly, watching the man about to open the room door, she hugged his lean waist with a do-or-die determination.
"Fine, I agree to your terms."
As she spoke, the woman’s soft hands reached for the metallic cold light of his belt...
Sebastian’s Adam’s apple moved, and amidst the original anger, traces of pity welled up from within.
For Ethan Ford, she could actually go this far?
She truly was impressive!
If that’s the case, then she couldn’t blame him.
Sebastian immediately turned the tables, wrapped his arms around the woman’s hips, and pressed her against his chest, "You said it, don’t cry."
His blazing heat at that moment seemed to burn through Ivy, she trembled involuntarily, a whimper escaping her mouth.
Yet, Sebastian showed no restraint, each movement with ruthless intent.
Little Sakura waited for a long time without the door opening but instead heard a woman’s moan, as if struck by lightning.
Was there really someone in Master Blackwood’s room?
Little Sakura’s petite body swayed unsteadily, and just then, Nina Shaw walked over.
"Brother Sebastian..."