Can't Resist the Billionaire

Chapter 53   Threatened by Naked Photos



Chapter 53   Threatened by Naked Photos

He didn't touch me? But why did he take off my clothes and then pretend to get dressed in front of me?

What did he do to me?

I tried to clear my mind. Then I went to the wardrobe to get some clothes. When I opened it, I saw that

my clothes were in a very tidy state, which should be made by Christopher. Suddenly, I got a little sad

and cried.

He did this to me, but I was still so useless. Just because he helped put away my clothes, I was about

to give in so spinelessly?

After getting dressed, I walked out of the bedroom. Just when I wanted to ask Christopher about it,

Naomi came to the living room as well.

She also carried a file bag in her hand. I didn't know what was inside.

When she saw that I had awakened, she deliberately showed a surprised expression and pretended to

ask, "Oh, you guys have finished so quick?"

Christopher got a little angry by her words that he gave her a withering look. Naomi knew she had said

something wrong, so she quickly smiled and gave the file to Christopher .

"I went to several places to print these photos. Brother, would you like my sister-in-law to see these?"

said Naomi, looking at me with a look of provocation.

Christopher reached out to touch the file bag, looking somewhat hesitantly. He didn't open it

immediately. As if he was making the final decision, he leaned against the door frame and asked,

"Jasmine, I am giving you one last chance. You really do not want to come back and live with me, do NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

you?"

I put my arms around my shoulders and sneered. Instead, he said, "I'm already a slut now, why do you

still want me? Why don't you just give me to Vincent for money? Then you can have any women you

want."

Christopher's face suddenly distorted at these words. His hand, which had been tightly gripping the

bag, suddenly pulsed with blue veins. He looked like he was about to explode. "I am sorry for what I did

to you before, but I was forced to do it. Now I only want you!"

"Enough. Do you think I will go back to you like a fool just because of a few kind words? Christopher,

do not think I am really stupid. I know what you are trying to do. You are just afraid that you won't get

any money if I'm with Vincent. That's why you want me back. That way you'll have an endless supply of

money, isn't it?"

"Enough!" These words threw Christopher into a complete rage. He violently threw away the bag in his

hand. It flew through the air for a moment before the things inside scattered.

A lot of photos flew down. They are all my naked pictures, as well as pictures of me and Christopher in

various positions on bed. I almost fainted seeing this!

These photos fluttered before my eyes as if they were jokes mocking me. My face was deathly pale as

I stared at Christopher in disbelief. I almost gritted my teeth in anger as I yelled at him, "Christopher,

you are so despicable!"

Naomi suddenly said, "Oh, don't blame my brother. It's my idea and I took these pictures. It has nothing

to do with him!"

"Naomi, you son of a b*tch! You gotta pay for this!" I was so furious that I wanted to slap her, but she

seemed prepared. Before I could reach her, she turned and hid behind Christopher.

Seeing this, Christopher reached out and grabbed my arm, beckoning me to calm down. "Jasmine,

don't be so impulsive!"

"I would be dead if I'm not like that!" I was really going to explode. At that moment, I just wanted to kill

Naomi. That b*tch was so young, but she was vicious as well. And Christopher was even the same!

Christopher flicked his hand and slammed my arm away. He then looked coldly at me. "This matter was

approved by me. Come at me if you need anything. Don't touch Naomi!"

I was flung from him, and almost fell to the ground. Seeing this, Christopher instinctively pulled me

back. He was, however, ruthlessly flung away from me.

Naomi followed behind Christopher and threatened me. "Jasmine, I'm warning you that I still have a lot

of photos like this. If you don't cooperate with us, I'll make you suffer!"

I was so enraged at their shameless behaviour that my mind went blank. I just screamed at her as if I

was ready to throw all caution to the wind, "Well, send them out. I am going to call the police now. I'll

see who the unfortunate man is!"

Naomi seemed to have been prepared. She looked at me disdainfully and said, "What's the use of

calling the police? We will be detained for mostly a few days. But you are not the same case. Your

parents are very traditional, aren't they? If I send your naked photos to them and their neighbours, you

will know the result. Oh, by the way, I can also send the photos that Vincent and let him see how it feels

to share his girlfriend."

"You'll be killed by Vincent!" I knew Vincent's temper very well. If he found out these photos of

Christopher and me, he would probably punish Christopher along with Naomi without hesitation in a

harsh way.

Naomi was taken aback by my words, as she perhaps hadn't expected Vincent to be so ruthless. She

turned her head hesitantly to look at Christopher beside her, wanting to see his attitude.

Christopher knew that I wasn't bluffing. However, it was precisely because he knew that Vincent wasn't

easy to deal with that he decided to lay his hands on me!

"I know that Vincent cares about you very much, so I won't reveal our bed photos unless I have no

choice. But your parents would depends on your attitude!"

Christopher probably felt that it was impossible for me to come back, so he changed his attitude. He

approached me with a cold smile, like a devil, "Jasmine, I don't need anything. As long as you come

back, we'll both be happy, right?"

"Do you even know how to handle Vincent if you want me back?" I asked him angrily.

"It's just up to you. He'll only let you go if you say you're willing to!" Christopher sneered. Suddenly, he

looked over and wanted to kiss me, but I decisively avoided him.


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