Their lips suddenly met.
Claire Sinclair widened her elegant eyes in disbelief, almost suspecting she had been struck dumb by lightning.
By the time she reacted, Zion Prescott had already taken advantage of her daze, forcing his tongue in aggressively.
The man held her waist, trapping her against the wall.
"Any man will do? Except me? Fine, Claire Sinclair, I'll show you what 'except me' truly means!"
...
Zion Prescott's eyes brimmed with bloodshot veins as he forcefully locked Claire Sinclair in his embrace, their bodies pressed close together.
"How dare you kiss me! You bastard! Disgusting! Get off of me! Aaah—"
Claire Sinclair hadn't expected a single offhand remark to enrage Zion Prescott like a lion gone berserk, ruthlessly plundering everything from her.
"Get off! Get off! I'm your nephew's girlfriend, don't you find yourself shameless?"
"Jude respects you so much..."
Upon hearing Jude Grant's name, the red in Zion Prescott's eyes deepened.
