Chapter 352: Chapter 352

Mason Hawthorne came out of the bathroom after showering, a towel around his waist, showing off the big belly he formed from indulging too much in food and drink.

The woman on the bed was still lying there; Mason Hawthorne was already impatient.

Earlier on the video, he could see Anna Thornton’s face; how come now the whole person was wrapped in the blanket?

"Baby, don’t be shy! I know you must be feeling bad!" Mason Hawthorne got on the bed as he spoke, his salty pig hands reaching into the blanket, still spouting disgusting flirtations, "Don’t worry, I’ll definitely satisfy you."

Today, he wanted to try something different, crawling into the blanket from the foot of the bed... towards the woman’s feet.

Those feet certainly could be called jade-like; they were very well-maintained, white and tender.

Mason Hawthorne lay low in the blanket, lecherously biting on a crystalline big toe.

A human enchantress needs to be appreciated , little by little, from the bottom up, slowly savoring it.

After a minute, the woman’s scream echoed through the entire presidential suite.

This was followed by fierce resistance, evenly matched with forced possession.

It was a stalemate until... Tanya Ford arrived with reporters.

Threatening the hotel staff to open the door for her, Tanya Ford entered the room and saw the back of a disheveled woman, kicking Mason Hawthorne with her foot.

Mason Hawthorne had already been kicked off the bed by her, with several scratches visible, clearly made by a woman’s nails.

Tanya Ford stepped forward, yanking the little vixen’s hair and dragging her off the bed. The source of thɪs content is N0v3l.Fiɾe.net

Tanya was already experienced in such scenes, directly pulling the hair to force the other party to turn their face, then opening the hotel’s ready kettle and pouring boiling water over her head.

Anyway, a woman has no face to save, if she gets burnt it’s her own fault!

Since she had the guts to seduce a married man and even dare to touch her Ford family’s son-in-law, she should expect such retribution.

But when the woman whose hair she grabbed turned her face, it was... Marilyn?

"Mar...Marilyn, how could it be you?"

It was unexpectedly Marilyn Ford who appeared in the hotel room fooling around with Mason Hawthorne?

This was something Tanya Ford never expected!

But then, she tightened her grip on the other’s hair more viciously, the blame in her eyes even heavier: "He is your uncle-in-law! How could you do this behind my back, do you think you’re doing right by me? Is this what your mother taught you?"

Marilyn Ford was being pulled by Tanya so tightly that she felt her scalp was about to be torn off, the pain making her grimace in agony, losing all her usual elegance and grace.

There were reporters mixed in outside who ’click click’ took a burst of photos of her.

Marilyn Ford covered her face in embarrassment, yelling angrily at Tanya: "Ask your husband about this, I don’t even know why I’m here! Why don’t you get them all out!"

It seemed like there might be a misunderstanding!

Tanya Ford came today to expose the little vixen seducing her husband, not expecting it to involve Marilyn Ford. Since this was a private matter of the Ford family, it indeed wasn’t suitable to be publicized through the media, to avoid outsiders mocking them.

Tanya Ford drove all the reporters she brought out and closed the room door.

Now there were only her, Marilyn, and a frightened Mason Hawthorne left in the hotel room, so they could clarify things.

"Marilyn, why on earth are you here?" Tanya Ford looked at her niece.

Although she also felt Marilyn didn’t seem like someone who would seduce her husband, Marilyn couldn’t explain her presence, and Tanya didn’t know whether to believe her or not.

Marilyn herself was still at a loss!

The movie she was shooting was being filmed nearby.

Marilyn felt a bit tired after the shoot, so she had her agent get a hotel room for her to rest.

Marilyn was always particular , used to luxury; she couldn’t stand ordinary places, even if it was just for a brief rest, it had to be a five-star hotel presidential suite.

But she remembered clearly sleeping well in her hotel room, so how was she awakened by a man’s touch?

At first, Marilyn thought she was only dreaming, and the person in her dream was supposed to be Conrad Sterling.

But when she opened her eyes, she saw Mason Hawthorne’s greasy and sleazy face.

Marilyn went mad, screaming and resisting relentlessly.

Mason tried to come closer to cover her mouth, so Marilyn grabbed the pillow and hit him hard, and when the force of the pillow wasn’t enough, she smashed the bedside lamp and any vases she could find.

Then Tanya came in and saw the chaotic state of the room.

The key to this matter lay with Mason Hawthorne, because Marilyn didn’t know how she ended up in this room, but Mason Hawthorne was conscious the entire time.

Although he too wasn’t quite sure why his subordinates said the person waiting for him in bed was Anna Thornton, but when he came, it was Marilyn Ford?

But he did indeed take advantage of Marilyn; at home, Mason Hawthorne felt Tanya was too oppressive and completely lacked a woman’s charm, and most importantly, she was old. Even though she diligently went to beauty salons every week and had any number of facelifts done, it couldn’t compare to someone genuinely young.

A niece and an aunt, this sort of forbidden relationship precisely satisfied Mason Hawthorne’s perverse cravings, so he got lustful and made advances on Marilyn.

He didn’t expect Marilyn to resist so fiercely, scratching his face all over.

Damn it, as expected, no matter how graceful and elegant Ford women looked on the outside, at their core, they were all tigresses.

"Explain, what on earth happened?" Tanya demanded of Mason Hawthorne.

Mason Hawthorne clutched his face, unwilling to tell the truth: "How should I know? I got drunk and looked for a place to sleep. After showering, I found a woman lying on my bed. I thought it was a call girl, so I touched her casually. How would I know it was your niece?"

"Ha!" Marilyn let out a cold laugh, "Drunk? Want to take an alcohol test? And I clearly identified myself when I first woke up, but you still refused to stop!"

Seeing Marilyn’s eyes turn red with anger, Tanya couldn’t bother settling the score with Mason Hawthorne.

Marilyn was furious to the point of shaking; she was a Ford heiress, pampered and raised as the apple of her parents’ eye, where had she suffered such grievances?

Mason Hawthorne clearly recognized her, yet played his perverse games on her body as if he would be at a loss if he didn’t take advantage of her.

Looking at Mason Hawthorne’s middle-aged, fat, and greasy sleaze, Marilyn felt like puking.

In the past, those circling around Marilyn at least had to be young and talented; her ex-boyfriend was as high-class as Conrad Sterling, and even if not, at least as qualified as Wyatt Jagger to pursue her.

But Mason Hawthorne, clearly much older than her and her uncle-in-law, unexpectedly harbored unsavory intentions towards her; Marilyn was disgusted beyond measure.

She even wanted to call the police, but Tanya stopped her.

"Marilyn, looking at you, I believe this is a misunderstanding, you must have accidentally entered the wrong room. Is there no need to call the police?"

"Misunderstanding? Even if I were blind, I’d not fancy your husband, the question now isn’t whether you believe me, but that I want to charge him with attempted rape!"