Trapped with a Lawyer

Chapter 227 Did You Care About My Feelings

"Don't be silly. We'll talk about it later at home, but now we have something to take care of." He made

clear his thoughts forthright, without holding back anything. Likewise, he hoped she would do the same.

But frankly speaking, Samuel was sad at the thought of the child.

Ella caught sight of the slight tinge of anguish in his eyes, but she wasn't sure whether what she had

seen was correct. She rubbed her eyes to confirm, while Samuel's countenance recovered to the way it

had always been.

Had she overthought it?

"What are you thinking?" He asked, with a stern and serious look.

"Nothing. We can talk later. Let's deal with Catherine first." The two walked towards a presidential suite,

outside of which two bodyguards in black suits stood guard.

When Samuel arrived, they opened the door.

"Mr. Shao, she's in the room."

Samuel nodded and walked in, hand in hand, with Ella.

In the room.

A woman was tied up in the chair, mouth covered by tape.

The five bodyguards in the room were staring at her, without blinking, in case she played tricks.

Catherine looked at Samuel beseechingly.

Samuel disregarded her and said to Ella, "Go. She's at your disposal." With that, he released her

hands and took Ella's handbag from her hands. Ella had free reign to do whatever she wanted to with

Catherine.

Seeing the panic in Catherine's eyes, Ella smiled wickedly, approaching her slowly, stopping right in

front of her.

Ella mercilessly ripped the tape from her mouth.

Catherine yelped in pain and cursed inside, 'Son of bitch!'

She appeared delicate and fragile. "Why did you bring me here, Samuel?"

Catherine asked knowingly, but continued to pretend to be oblivious.

However, Samuel fished out a cigarette from his pocket, without even looking at her.

All he thought about was that Ella had a child with another man. He had no interest with any other

business.

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As the room was hot and stuffy, Ella took off her jacket and passed it to Samuel, Who was smoking in

frustration.

"What do you mean, Ella?" When seeing Ella's gloating face, all she wanted was to punch the smile out

of her face but she feigned calmness.

As for her question, Ella didn't answer as she knew Catherine was pretending to be dumb.

"Take off her jacket and tie her up again." Catherine wore a deep purple overcoat, and became

frightened, looking at her in fear.

"What are you going to do to me?

What do you think I could possibly tell you?" Catherine's expression turned dark.

Samuel smiled. During the long period they had been together, this was the first time he was going to

see Ella's dark side.

One of the bodyguards did as Ella asked, agily, despite Catherine's violent resistance.

"Do you have a knife?" The bodyguard nodded, handing a Swiss Army Knife to her.

"The blade is sharp. Be careful, Miss Bo."

"Okay, thanks." As Ella drew out the dagger, the blade reflected a strong dazzling light.

It was indeed sharp, exactly what she was looking for.

Ella had Catherine's legs and feet tied up so tightly that she couldn't move.

In this way, the knife couldn't hurt Ella.

"What are you doing, Ella Bo?" With the blade flickering before her, she dared not move, her voice

shaking.

Catherine only wore a thin black woolen base shirt which would made Ella's work easier.

Ella slightly cut her base shirt.

Catherine shrieked, the anticipation frying her nerves.

Ella shut her up again with the tape and continued to cut her clothes.

Catherine knew how sharp the blade was, so she kept still and let Ella do whatever she wanted.

In the end, Ella stopped and admired her work contently.

The bodyguards tried hard to refrain themselves from laughing.

Catherine's clothes were a total mess, with holes and cuts.

As Samuel looked up, Ella's lips pursed and she addressed him, "You're not allowed to see my work!"

But it was too late as he had already seen it. Samuel became amused.

He decided to distract himself with his phone.

Ella continued to cut her clothes.

More and more pieces of clothing, fell to the floor.

Catherine's eyes were blood-shot, ashamed of being exposed to many men.

"You must be sick, embassed and angry by now. Am I right?" Ella asked, fiddling the knife in the air.

The lights reflected from the blade dazzled Catherine's eyes. She closed her eyes and nodded.

"When you hired those men to rape me, did you think about my feelings?" Her hands paused suddenly.

She looked at the trembling Catherine with acute eyes.

Catherine was petrified. They knew.

It must have been the stupid Amber that sold her out.

"Throw her jeans away." Eyes bulged, Catherine shook her hands violently.

She couldn't bear it. She wanted them to get off her and to stop it!

With her mouth covered, she couldn't utter a word but sob, tears rolling down her cheeks.

But no one came to save or spare her. Samuel lowered his head, staring at his phone.

All of sudden, he stood up and dialed the room service number. "Send me some pepper! I want the

hottest."

After he hung up, he went back to his seat and continued to peruse his phone.

Ella looked at him in confusion, wondering what he wanted to do.

Catherine was almost naked by this point.

Even though the room was silent, Ella could hear the men's accelerating breathing.

She looked back and asked Samuel, "Are they here?"

"Yes, how many do you want?" Samuel stared at the photo of the little girl. It was just a view of her

back, but he just couldn't stop staring at her.