Chapter 657: Chapter 657



Fannie clenched her fists and retorted, “You opportunistic sicko!”

“What?” Bobby held her wrist down, his eyes gleaming with cold anger.

“Would you react the same way if it was Jett? You’d be delighted if it was him, wouldn’t you? I bet you’d want more.”

“Don’t change the subject!”

Fannie’s chest thundered with anger. She had once felt so much gratitude for Bobby, but his actions had shattered that reverence to pieces.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see the blood stain on the sheets.

She wasn’t one to dwell on sentimentality, but losing her virginity in this way somehow left her feeling hollow inside, as if something precious had been taken from her. Climbing back onto the bed, Bobby secured her wrists with a belt.

“You call me a sicko, so I’ll be one.”

Fannie winced and struggled against his painful grip.

“Let me go!”

“Now call out Jett’s name again,” Bobby taunted, pinching her chin.

“See if I let you go.” Just then the door burst open.

Bobby quickly threw the blanket over Fannie, covering her naked body.

Then he turned to see who was at the door.

Jett rushed in holding a bag full of money. Bobby recognised the bundle of cash as he had withdrawn the ransom from the same bank.

It seemed they had both been set up.

Whoever was behind the kidnapping must be enjoying this outcome.

Catching his breath, Jett took in the situation before him.

“Fifi?”

In front of him was Fannie, lying on the bed, a blanket draped over her body, her wrists bound with a belt. Jett threw the bag to the floor and lunged at Bobby, landing a punch in the face.

“It was you?”

Bobby wiped the blood from the corner of his lip with his thumb and sneered.

“Idiot.”

Jett grabbed a nearby vase and swung it at Bobby, but Bobby quickly raised his arm to cover his head, resulting in a small scratch.

Just then, a group of reporters burst into the room, “0h my gosh!”

Camera flashes followed, capturing the situation inside. Bobby didn’t look bothered, while Jett fumed and growled at the reporters, “Get out! As if he hadn’t heard the warning, one of the reporters asked, “1 is that Fannie Cooper?”

Jett wasn’t having any of it and shouted, “1 said get out!” Undeterred, a reporter shamelessly asked, “Miss Copper, could you show your face to the camera?” Jet threw a cup at her.

“Fuck off!”

The reporters were unfazed.

Bobby lazily got up and pulled the blanket off Fannie’s head.

“Come on, sweetheart. Show your pretty face and give the camera the peace sign.”

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