I Want a Divorce, Please

Late at night.

Heather Moore carefully cleaned the guest rooms under her charge.

After her mother became ill, she went to work during the day and came here to clean at night, so she could barely pay the expensive medical expenses.

Finally, she had almost finished the work. There was only one last presidential suite left. Heather wiped the sweat from her forehead and opened the door.

The room was completely dark. When Heather was about to find a switch to turn on the light, a pair of strong arms pressed her against the wall.

...

The next morning.

Heather opened her eyes and found the man had gone.

The dark red on the sheet stung her eyes. Then she felt sore all over her body.

She... was robbed of her most precious thing by a strange man.

A burst of indescribable sadness welled up in her heart. At this moment, Heather saw a watch on the bedside cabinet, which was left by that man.

There was also a note under it with one simple word on it. "Compensation."

Did he think she was a prostitute?

Endless humiliation suddenly overwhelmed Heather. She slammed the watch on the ground and burst into tears.

After crying for a while, Heather slowly calmed down. She couldn't cry, and she couldn't fall down. Her mother was still waiting for her in the hospital.

Thinking of this, Heather climbed out of bed and struggled to change her clothes with difficulty. Then she escaped from this nightmarish room without looking back.

After leaving the hotel, Heather walked along the road. Looking at the passing vehicles, she even had the urge to commit suicide.

But thinking of her mother who was still in the hospital, she could only grit her teeth and hold back the thought.

She couldn't break down. If something happened to her, no one would care about her mother. She could only take it as her bad luck and get it out of her head.

...

"Mr. Arlen, the person has been found out. It should be Mr. Harvey's man. What shall we do with him?"

Arlen squinted his eyes when he heard the words. "He had only been back for a few days. Is he so anxious?" Arlen thought in his mind.

"Teach him a lesson and send him back."

As soon as Arlen finished speaking, screams and cries sounded from the other side of the phone, but Arlen still looked indifferent.

When he saw his free wrist, he couldn't help but think of that girl's helpless crying, which was unforgettable for him...

His eyes dimmed. "Give the woman last night another sum of money."

Barton, on the other end of the phone, was stunned. He said, "The woman last night? The person I arranged said someone was already in the room when she arrived, so she went back..."

When Arlen heard this, he immediately clenched the steering wheel.

So the woman last night was not the one arranged by Barton but an innocent girl?

Thinking of the girl's desperate resistance yesterday, Arlen's face darkened in an instant. At that time, he thought she flinched due to fear, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

Arlen directly turned around and went back to the hotel.

But at this moment, a large truck that was traveling in the wrong direction suddenly passed by the side lane at high speed.

With a boom, the huge flames swallowed everything, turning the surrounding area into a red hell...