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Chapter 290: So Damn Refreshing

    <h4>Chapter 290: Chapter 290: So Damn Refreshing</h4>


    That night, Alexander Johnson punished Chloe Simpson like a madman, and Lucas Hughes enjoyed it like a madman.


    Tonight, he felt incredibly satisfied, more than he ever had before.


    It was his most satisfying release in the past five years.


    It seemed that all the gloom inside him had been swept away along with this release.


    However, in the master bedroom, Alexander Johnson continued.


    Lucas Hughesy there, listening to the sounds from his phone, and suddenly felt a sense of helplessness.


    Yes, this time he vented with particr pain, but Alexander Johnson continued again and again.


    As a man, he felt a strong sense of failure.


    After all, no man doesn’t wish he couldst a bit longer.


    Tonight, because of Chloe Simpson’s provocations, Alexander Johnson seemed to have truly gone insane, ravaging over and over again.


    Chloe Simpson couldn’t bear it at all and had already passed out.


    Alexander Johnson only let her go when he saw her like this.


    He knitted his brows, but ultimately picked up Chloe Simpson and took her to the bathroom to clean her up properly.


    Seeing those tiny wounds he had caused, his heart suddenly filled with pain again.


    But then he thought of how Chloe Simpson had repeatedly called out Lucas Hughes’s name tonight, and that hint of heartache vanishedpletely without a trace.


    He nced at Chloe Simpson, dressed her, and then called Jack Woods.


    "Come to Golden Sunshine, bring some people, and take the person away."


    Jack Woods was a bit puzzled about who to bring?


    He didn’t know until he arrived that it was Chloe Simpson who needed to be taken.


    "Find out where Lucas Hughes is and bring him here."


    Before leaving, Alexander Johnson put Chloe Simpson in the car and instructed Jack Woods again.


    Forty minutester, he drove back to the vi with Chloe Simpson.


    As soon as they returned to the vi and brought Chloe Simpson into the master bedroom, Jack Woods brought Lucas Hughes over.


    Jack Woods kicked Lucas Hughes to the ground as soon as he brought him in.


    "So, what do you say about tonight’s matter? Hm?"


    Alexander Johnson sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his eyes eerie and terrifying.


    "Young Mister Johnson, please believe me, it really wasn’t me. I didn’t drug Chloe Simpson."


    Lucas Hughes knelt down with a thud and started to plead.


    "Did I say Chloe Simpson was drugged?" Alexander Johnson squinted his eyes slightly.


    "I’m sorry, Young Mister Johnson, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please spare me this time, I promise I’ll never dare again!"


    Lucas Hughes was so scared he almost wet his pants, kneeling and knocking his head on the ground repeatedly.


    "Let you go? You mutt, tell me, how many times have I let you go?"


    Alexander Johnson spoke leisurely, but a faint hostility rose around him, as terrifying as a Devil about to awaken from Hell.


    "Last chance, Young Mister Johnson, I swear this is thest time. If there is a next time, I’ll cut my hand off myself."


    Lucas Hughes was so frightened that his voice turned cold, groveling on the ground, vowing solemnly.


    "Last time one cut, how many do you think are suitable this time? It’s up to you."


    Alexander Johnson pulled out a fruit knife from the side and tossed it in front of Lucas Hughes.


    "..."


    Lucas Hughesy on the ground, cautiously lifting his eyes to nce at the dagger.


    He quietly clenched his fist, and after a long while, gritted his teeth, and stood up straight: "Alexander Johnson, you’d better let me go today, or I’ll release your two’s high-definition video online."
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