Chapter 1304
Chapter 1304:
“Get off me!” Margo cried out.
Margo’s eyes filled with tears as she struggled desperately. The vile memories she had buried deep inside surged up like a tidal wave, threatening to swallow her whole.
Why did these tormenting experiences always find their way back to her? Why was fate so cruel?
“Your skin is unbelievably smooth,” William taunted, his breath hot with excitement. “You must’ve worked hard to hook those two men, didn’t you? I’m dying to see what else you’ve got p>
The more Margo fought, the more delighted he seemed, a twisted grin spreading across his face.
Truthfully, William wasn’t usually obsessed with famous beauties like Margo. But her resistance—whether real or not—had sparked something ugly in him.
Suddenly, the dressing-room door was kicked open.
William whipped his head around—only for a fist to slam into his face.
Rory stood in the doorway, his expression carved from ice. He landed several more punches before grabbing the shaken Margo firmly and pulling her behind him.
William pushed himself up, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. When he saw Rory, irritation flickered across his face.
“She’s all yours,” William said lazily, as if nothing had happened. He turned as though he meant to leave, then threw Margo a flirtatious glance.
Rory’s expression darkened. He seized William again.
William’s pupils tightened in shock. He tried to retaliate, but Rory’s punch landed first.
Pain exploded across William’s face. He staggered, furious. “I’ll sue you! How dare you hit me p>
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Rory sneered, his blows growing heavier with each strike. “What makes you think I can’t hit you, asshole p>
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William grimaced, stumbling under the barrage.
“Enough, Rory!” Margo reached out, trying to restrain him. Her voice was hoarse, the words forced out through clenched teeth. “Leave him p>
Rory finally paused. His face remained cold as he turned to look at her.
“Don’t let this escalate any further,” Margo said, her gaze shifting to William as he struggled to stand, emotions churning chaotically inside her.
Clutching his face, William glared at them, seething. “You’ll regret this p>
Then he bolted from the dressing room.
“Damned bastard!” Rory spat, his glare following William’s retreating figure, rage still simmering in his eyes.
Margo loosened her hold on Rory and sank into a chair, her hands trembling slightly.
“Don’t worry. Tell me everything that happened, and I’ll make sure that scumbag doesn’t get away,” Rory said, his voice low and hard.
He had heard Margo cry out from outside and rushed in—only to walk straight into that scene. The thought of it made his blood boil.