Chapter 627



“Mr Williamson, is this really your daughter?”

Rhys had been indifferent before.

But when he heard this, his expression instantly turned dark.

He quickly pushed past the guests in front of him and hurried forward.

When he saw the familiar face of her daughter, he staggered back, his body swaying from the shock of it all.

He averted his eyes, unable to bear the sight before him, his breathing heavy with rage.

Through clenched teeth he shouted, “Macie!

Nestled in the crowd, Macie felt her face grow pale.

Still, she stepped forward. “Mr Williamson.”

“Get in there, stop them and get Minna dressed!” Rhys said.

Macie hesitated for a few seconds, but then she saw the look on Rhys’s face.

Not daring to refuse, she replied, “OK.” As she walked into the lounge, her mind was filled with confusion.

Why was Minna in here? It should have been Belinda!

How on earth had this happened? What part of her plan had gone wrong?

The plan had been to ruin Belinda’s reputation.

But why had Minna ended up here?

Macie went to the couch and pulled Moshe off Minna.

Come on, Minna, get up.” Macie tried to help Minna to her feet, but Moshe suddenly lunged at her.

“Wow, you smell amazing!” Moshe easily overpowered Macie and pinned her to the floor.

He began to tear off her clothes.

This again shocked the crowd.

“Help! Somebody, help me!” Macie cried as she clutched at her torn dress.

Fortunately, a handful of guests rushed in and pulled Moshe away, saving Macie.

“Don’t stop me! I want it…

I want it!”

Both Moshe and Minna chanted these shameful words as if they were in a trance.

Belinda, who had been watching the spectacle, spoke up. “There seems to be something wrong with them.” Other guests had noticed it too.

“She’s right! Look at them! They’re acting like they’ve completely lost their minds!”

“Is it possible that they were drugged?”

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