Chapter 377

"Who are you? I've never seen you before!"

Anna Ross's mind was a chaotic mess.

She couldn't understand what the man was saying at all.

When had she ever looked down on anyone?

The man didn't waste any more words.

He shoved her violently onto the sofa.

His entire body pressed down on her instantly.

Anna struggled to get up, but was forced back onto the couch with brutal force.

"Help!" She twisted her body desperately, trying to push him away.

He easily restrained her.

His hands began tearing roughly at her collar.

Disgusting!

Her stomach churned.

Her legs kicked wildly, but it was useless.

The difference in strength between men and women was just too great.

Why?

Why did these things always happen to her?

Last time was the same.

And now this...

"Goddess, you smell so good." His lewd voice whispered close to her ear, making her nauseous.

"Let me go. I don't know you. Why are you doing this?" Anna kicked and fought frantically.

Her collar was already torn open.

Cold air rushed in, making her shiver.

The man seemed not to hear.

His greedy eyes roamed over her body.

His rough hands groped freely.

"This skin is amazing. Absolutely perfect."

His actions grew more aggressive.

He lowered his head, trying to kiss her.

Anna screamed and swung her hand.

A sharp slap landed on his face.

In her despair, she put all her strength into that blow.

His mask fell off.

In her panic, Anna finally saw his face clearly.

Pimpled skin.

Thick lips.

It was the same man from the bar who had wanted a photo with Mia Lawrence, but was rejected!

Anna shielded her body, shrinking back.

"Please let me go," she begged, her voice trembling. "I really didn't do anything."

"Let you go? Dream on! You made me lose face at the bar last time. What did I do wrong?" The man suddenly flew into a rage.

A twisted smile appeared on his face.

He reached out to tear at her pants.

Tears streamed from Anna's eyes.

She grabbed whatever was nearby and threw it at him.

He dodged easily.

A provocative smile appeared on his face.

"Keep throwing things. The more you resist, the more excited I get. Hahaha..."

His eyes turned vicious.

He grabbed her shoulders, pinning her hands down.

He leaned in, trying to force a kiss.

"No! This is too disgusting." Anna struggled backward, her spine pressed tightly against the sofa.

"Anna Ross! Are you in there?" A knocking sound suddenly came from the door.

Anna grasped at this lifeline.

" I'm here! Help—" she shouted at the top of her lungs.

The man quickly covered her mouth.

The second half of her cry for help was muffled.

A cold glint flashed.

A dagger pressed against her neck.

Adrian Sinclair heard the noise inside, his brow furrowed.

Noticing the sudden silence behind the door, he took out his keys.

He had asked his executive assistant to arrange the room and kept a spare key for himself.

The sound of the lock turning echoed.

Hope ignited in Anna's heart.

The man's eyes turned gloomy.

He yanked her up.

The dagger remained pressed against her neck.

"Tell the person outside to get lost!" he hissed through gritted teeth.

Damn it!

He had been staking out this place for so long.

Anna clearly lived alone.

At most, she had a female roommate.

Where did this man suddenly come from?