Chapter 650

Julian watched with a twisted sense of satisfaction as Tessa trembled in fear. The more she quaked, the better he felt. After enduring frustrations from Maeve and Liam over the past few days, he seized Tessa and yanked her upright. Tessa gasped in pain. Her face turned ghostly pale. Julian's greasy hand brushed against her cheek. "I never noticed how pretty you are. If you don't want to end up feeding the fish, you'd better serve me well. Make me happy, and I might just let you go." Tessa froze at his words. Just then, Maeve stepped closer to Julian. Her slender fingers trailed from his chest down to his abdomen. "Mr. Hartman, Tessa is just a maid. If you want to take your anger out on her because of me, that's just pathetic." Julian, a seasoned player in the game of seduction, recognized Maeve's intentions immediately. She wore simple denim shorts and a white tank top that perfectly accentuated her curves. Her legs were smooth and pale, and her sultry gaze added to her allure. After all, in a city full of faces, Maeve stood out as a rare beauty, unmatched in both looks and poise. Seeing Maeve take the lead stirred Julian's desires. "My arm really hurts. You bumped into me, Mr. Hartman. Shouldn't you give me a proper massage?" Maeve's voice was low and inviting, instantly softening Julian's resolve. Tessa shook her head frantically. "Ms. Scott, please don't..." "Shut up!" Julian snapped. He glanced at Tessa's tear-streaked face and quickly lost interest. He wrapped his arm around Maeve's waist as his tone turned lewd. "Let's go to my room now. I'll give you a proper massage." Tessa reached out to grab Maeve, but Maeve shot her a look that stopped her cold. Tessa understood. Now, Liam was the only person who could save Maeve on this ship. Julian dragged Maeve into his cabin, filled thick with the scent of tobacco. The room was cluttered with various sex toys. As Maeve's eyes landed on the used whips and handcuffs, disgust bubbled up inside her. Without warning, Julian tossed her onto the bed. "I never thought the esteemed Scott family's heiress would come to me like this! What a little slut!" He eagerly unbuckled his belt as he taunted her, "Mr. Larson hasn't touched you all this time, so he must not be that interested. Might as well let me have my fun!" Maeve frowned while her mind raced. She couldn't help but wonder if Tessa had managed to reach out to Liam. Julian approached her, but Maeve took a step back and said, "Mr. Hartman, I want to try those things too." "You want to try?" Julian's eyes sparkled with delight. "I didn't know you had a wild side, Ms. Scott! Alright, I'll satisfy you!" Quickly, he cuffed Maeve and grabbed a whip from the bed. Maeve's gaze darted to the door, and she soon heard footsteps approaching. They were coming! "Let me give you a proper lesson, babe!" Julian's repulsive grin closed the distance as he ripped open Maeve's shirt. The sound of tearing fabric only fueled his excitement. He raised his hand and brought the whip down on her hard. Maeve screamed, "Help! Someone, please!" Suddenly, the door was swung open with a resounding bang.