Billionaire's One Night Stand novel Chapter 315

In their resistance, the bodyguards quickly stripped off their clothes and even tore off the tape on their faces and hands and feet.

But in the face of Chloe's gun, they didn't dare to shout. They just sat on the ground shivering and hugged their naked bodies.

"Chloe, what are you doing..." Miss Lita shivered and looked at her. "You must die a terrible death."

"Since you don't dare to kill us, Miss Henry also gritted her teeth and said, "We will definitely tell others about this in the future. Even if you can take the shares of the Bishop Group, you will also get into trouble!"

"You're still stubborn?" Chloe snorted. "If you dare to go out, I'll send your photos to the media."

Miss Henry and Miss Lita's faces turned pale, and their bodies trembled even more violently.

There was no imposing manner at all just now!

The bodyguards stood coldly on one side, facing the two naked women with no expression on their faces.

"Come, come, come, look here." Zoya raised her small camera and said, "My photography skills are first-class. The precipice will take a clear and vivid set of photos for you. When you put them on the Internet in the future, they will set off a series of pictures of you in the rich and powerful world! At that time, you won't be able to get out of the door!"

"Ah! No, no!"

"Chloe, we won't say anything!"

"Don't take photos, don't take photos..."

Just now, he had gone back to his original position.

At this time, when they saw the camera, they quickly covered their faces with their hands. When they thought of it, they quickly put down their hands to cover their bodies.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Zoya immediately took the photo.

"What, you don't want to say it now?" Chloe said lightly, "Didn't you say you were very rude just now? If I don't kill you, you will tell Kate about this in the future? You can continue to be rude!"

"Chloe, ask her not to take photos. We won't say anything!" Miss Lita shouted.

"But I don't believe it." Chloe pointed the gun at them. "Also, lower your volume. If you heard it outside, I'll send you a bullet first..."

A few minutes later.

Zoya succeeded. Chloe looked through the photos in the camera and nodded with satisfaction. "Well, Zoya, you're really good at shooting. Your face, your body. you're so clear. It's hard to become famous on the Internet!"

"That's right!" Zoya held her hands together. "Anyway, I have been a reporter for many years. How many businessmen have I taken? How can it be possible that my photo shooting skills are poor?"

Miss Lita and Miss Henry sat on the ground with their faces as pale as paper, hugging each other.

Chloe threw their clothes back and raised the camera. "Although this method is vulgar and despicable, it is undeniable that it is useful by accident. I don't have much time to think about other things now, so I choose the simplest way!"

As long as she got the fruits, she was not afraid that they would dare to spread it out!

"So remember all of you." Chloe said, "If I hear anything else in the future, I am not the daughter of the Chloe family. Or if Bishop and Kate know something about this topic, I will immediately send out your photos..."

After saying this, Chloe turned her head and said, "Let's go."

As Chloe and Zoya went out, the bodyguards also went out.

In the bathroom, Miss Henry collapsed. "It's over."

Miss Lita rushed over to close the door of the bathroom, but put her hands on the clothes in panic...

Just as Chloe came out of the bathroom, two bodyguards sent by Aman came up. "Young Madam? Are you okay?"

"..." Chloe blinked her eyes and looked at Zoya and the bodyguards behind her. "It's okay. When did get into trouble? I'm fine."

The four bodyguards looked at each other.

"I heard that Mrs. Aman went to do some private affairs and she didn't come back for a while. President especially asked us to come and have a look." The bodyguard said, "Since there is nothing to do, please invite Young Madam to go there. President is out. The cruise ship will land an hour later..."

"Oh, I'll be right there!"

Chloe hurried to welcome her victorious husband!

The four bodyguards immediately followed.

"Hey, Chloe, I'll go back to the picture-" Zoya's hand paused in the air. "Here you are."

Chloe walked like a gust of wind and had walked more than ten meters away.

Zoya sighed and said, "Look at your enthusiasm. It's like someone will take your husband away later."

"Woman, be sensible." A lazy voice came from the side. "Don't follow her. Can't you see that Miss Chloe is in a hurry to welcome her husband? Are you going to be a third wheel?"

"..." Zoya's mind jumped when she heard the voice.

She slowly turned around with a dark face. As expected, she saw Ragib and Molly in front of an open-air bar in the garden. The two noble childes were sitting there drinking, surrounded by beautiful beauties!

A woman knelt on Ragib's shoulder and glanced at Zoya with charming eyes. "Young Ragib, who is that? Why haven't you seen the social circle of Ladies?"

"Isn't she the woman who walked with Mrs. Aman?" Another woman said, "Is she a friend of Mrs. Aman?"

Ragib seemed to have drunk a lot of wine, and his eyes were a little blurred. He held the glass and pointed to Zoya. "You... Don't underestimate her. She is not a famous young lady."

"What?" The beautiful woman next to him was shocked. "How can she attend this 'Emperor's Peak'? Is it possible that everyone can come here? Did she steal someone else's invitation and sneak in?"

Zoya ground her teeth!

"Haha." Ragib laughed. "No, she came with Aman wife."

"So that's how it is?"

The other women looked at each other in dismay.

"But it's not that she is a friend of Aman wife." Ragib continued, "She is the chief editor of a newspaper office. She used to be a reporter from a commercial newspaper in Zayn, and she used to be a entertainment reporter. She is very bold and even followed me to take photos..."

"What?"

"And he used to be a paparazzi?"

The way those women looked at her immediately changed.

"Hello." Ragib drank up the glass of wine and looked at Zoya. "Don't be so funny like me. Aman and Miss Chloe are very loving now. Why are you going to join in the fun?"

She didn't know whether she was talking about herself or Zoya.

"Tell me who I'm going to be?" Zoya ground her teeth and said, "Don't treat everyone like you. Shameless!"

"Miss Zoya," Molly said quickly," Ragib has drunk too much. Don't worry...

"Oh, you are just a small chief editor, can't you?" A woman said, "How dare you talk to Ragib like this. Ragib is modest. He is President friend, and he has everything to say. How can you compare with him!"

"I'll endure it!"

These women...

Zoya just wanted to ask them whether they were cheap or not. Did she really think that Ragib would take them seriously?

"Hey, don't say that." Ragib opened his hands, held them in his left and right arms, and looked at Zoya with fascination. "I am magnanimous. I don't want to compete with her. How can you women make things difficult for women? Come on, Director Zoya, you are so poor. I am kind to see you standing there alone. Come and have a drink!"

As he spoke, he asked the bartender to add a glass of wine and put it forward.

"Ah?" The other women looked at Zoya and were unhappy. "Ragib, you still want to ask her to come over. Isn't it enough for us to keep you company?"

"Shh." Ragib put a finger in front of his lips. "Little treasures, don't be jealous."

The illusionary lights in front of the bar were reflected in the light of the people in the garden, and Ragib's eyes were suffused with temptation.

Molly knew that Ragib must have drunk too much.

"I haven't seen this Miss Zoya before..."

How could he ask her to come over for a drink?

"Ragib." Molly smiled awkwardly. "You've drunk too much. Miss Zoya has her own business. Don't disturb her."

After that, Molly turned to Zoya and said, "Miss Zoya, didn't you say that you're going to interview her? Have you found the person to interview? If you really can't find her and have to make an exclusive interview, I can introduce her to you..."

Zoya strode over. "No need. I've already arrived at the interview. There's no need to bother Mr. Molly."

Molly eyes were shining with Zoya's livid face. Suddenly, something bad happened.

Zoya came to the front of Ragib and stood there, with a confident smile on her face. "But Ragib invites me to drink. How can I not appreciate it? Come, I will definitely come. Thank you, Young Master Ragib. It's really poor for me to stand alone!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

Zoya picked up the glass of wine and poured it on Ragib's face. "However, I like to come and go alone, so I don't need your pity. This glass of wine is back to you, thank you!"

With a shake of his hair, Zoya strode away.

A woman's scream sounded behind him.

"Ragib, Ragib, are you all right?"

"Where are the people? Call the rude woman back and teach her a lesson..."

The waiters of the two bars next to them immediately came forward.

Molly slowly put down a piece of table cloth that had been in his way at the critical moment, and saved the wine that splashed on Ragib's face from spilling on him.

"There's no need." He flicked his white suit and said, "Go back, all of you."

"Boss Molly, didn't you see that woman..."

"This is Ragib's business," Molly said.

Ragib was splashed with a glass of wine, and he suddenly sobered up. He grabbed Molly clothes and said, "I said which side you are standing on. I was poured with wine by that woman, and you still speak for her."

Molly smiled and blocked his hand bit by bit. "You didn't respect me, lady. You asked for it. Okay."

Ragib face became cruel. "You-"

All of a sudden, his face changed.

He hurriedly pushed away the women around him, picked up the ice bucket on the bar counter, and began to vomit.

Those women rushed over.

"Oh, Ragib!"

"Ragib, you really drank too much..."

"You're so drunk." Molly shook his head and said, "You're the one I'm talking about."

After that, he stood up and waved back.

Zoya found a leisure area to sit up.

"Okay, finally, it's quiet." She rolled up her sleeves and was ready to dry it. Although there were no sleeves in the dress, she turned on her interview pen and listened to it from beginning to end.

After confirming that there should be a problem, she immediately called the newspaper office after the interview was over.