Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 86: A Slap Across the Face Made Him Feel Great
At the moment Ethan Blackwood received the call, the plane had just landed.
Claire Shaw rarely contacted him proactively, a slight smile played on his lips; it seemed the little girl missed him too.
But as he pressed the answer button and heard the commotion inside, his expression changed drastically. Claire Shaw was in trouble!
"Cecilia Lewis, I never thought a scumbag like you was still alive." The little woman’s voice on the other end was calm and composed, not revealing any nervousness.
Firstly, this was to reassure Ethan Blackwood that she could handle the current situation, secondly, she specifically mentioned the name of the person, giving Ethan Blackwood some time to prepare.
Blackwood glanced at Finn Pierce, "Look into Cecilia Lewis, let the bodyguards head over first."
It would take some time from when the plane landed to when he exited the airport, and by the time he got off the plane and arrived, it might be too late.
He closely monitored the sounds coming from the phone, anxious and restless, even though Claire Shaw was deliberately stalling Cecilia Lewis.
After all, she was just a girl and the other side had everything prepared waiting for her.
How scared must she be at this moment?
Soon Finn Pierce brought the news: "President Blackwood, found him, grandson of The Lewis of Aridia, a troublemaker since young, disastrous relationships with women, even drugged a girl in high school and forced her into pregnancy, leading to her suicide."
"And then?" Ethan Blackwood frowned, this type of scum bullying girls was what he despised the most.
"Later he was caught and sentenced for rape, just recently released, and didn’t expect him to target Ms. Shaw so quickly."
"The victim is..."
"The incident was suppressed, very few people know, and the identity of the girl is unknown. Shortly after, Ms. Shaw agreed to Owen Crawford’s proposal, not sure if these incidents are related?"
Ethan Blackwood had a general idea, there’s a great likelihood that the woman Cecilia Lewis wanted to harm... was Claire Shaw.
Old and new grudges, surely he’d blame it on Claire Shaw.
Sitting in first class waiting for the cabin door to open, Ethan Blackwood’s brow furrowed, and his thin lips tightly pursed, appearing indifferent and callous.
Fingers gripping the armrest, veins protruding on the back of his hand.
His solemn eyes gazed into the distance, his usual composure replaced with apparent urgency.
Claire Shaw, wait for me, I’m almost there.
Claire Shaw surveyed Cecilia Lewis as he walked towards her; many pursued her during university, including him.
He was particularly ostentatious, trying to bombard her with money, and Claire Shaw refused many times to no avail.
On that rainy night, he nearly harmed her, thankfully Owen Crawford appeared in time and served as a witness to send him to the authorities.
From that moment, Claire Shaw secretly began learning self-defense.
She vowed not to make the same mistake twice.
Turns out, Austin Lewis is the child of the girl he forced in high school.
His birth mother jumped off a building shortly after giving birth, coupled with Cecilia Lewis’s notoriously chaotic relationships, resulting in Austin Lewis’s deep-seated hatred for women.
"By using Austin, you brought me here to take revenge for what happened years ago?"
"Austin? Tsk tsk, using such an endearing name, Ms. Shaw, you like kids so much, why not be his stepmother? Our grudges can be written off!"
Suddenly, a thunderclap echoed above.
The pleasant weather changed in an instant, fierce winds swept through everything, trees swayed wildly.
The room darkened, and as lightning split the sky, it illuminated the face of the man before her, and the scar on his forehead appeared more ominous.
It resembled that rainy night when Claire Shaw was pinned by him in the small forest.
She lost a shoe, and her other leg was scratched by branches and rocks, blood slowly trickling down her calf.
Rain poured down, the burly man talking obscenely, grasping her slender ankle with one hand.
In desperation, Claire Shaw smashed a rock against his forehead.
Blood dripped onto her white dress, staining it with scarlet petals.
Cecilia Lewis was ecstatic, pressing her body, tearing at her dress randomly.
Claire Shaw’s tears mingled with the rain, she struggled with all her might, her voice was hoarse from shouting.
Fortunately, Owen Crawford appeared at the last moment, halting everything.
This incident left her with psychological scars, to the point where she resisted whenever Owen Crawford tried to touch her.
Unpleasant memories surfaced, but this time Claire Shaw would not be afraid.
She stood there steadily, her eyes filled with coldness, "What, want me to crack your head open again?"
Cecilia Lewis was observing Claire Shaw’s reaction, he thought a woman at a disadvantage facing her near-rapist would surely show fear and nervousness.
It’s a pity, Claire Shaw did not fit his expectation.
"I remember that night you wore a white dress too, with a ripping sound I tore it open, exposing your round shoulders, you retreated and begged me on the ground, the rain soaked your body, and your hair stuck to your face, so seductive."
"Shut up!" The nightmare that Claire Shaw had managed to suppress was easily brought up by the perpetrator, and the calmness on her face showed traces of anger. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
Apparently, the anger on Claire Shaw’s face delighted him, Cecilia Lewis advanced towards her, a devilish smile upon his face.
"Ms. Shaw, I remember the panties you wore that day, with pink lace bows, you spread your legs..."
"Smack!"
A crisp slap rang through the phone, and Ethan Blackwood’s heart clenched tightly.
For such a pervert, a slap would only excite him.
Cecilia Lewis prodded his cheek with his tongue, "Yes, that expression, exactly like back then, Ms. Shaw, let me see what color you’re wearing today?"
He reached out for Claire Shaw, who was already mentally prepared, planning to use a shoulder throw the moment she caught his wrist.
This move was one she practiced many times with her strength coach, learning how to protect herself in dire situations.
She had used it on Owen Crawford before, and it indeed worked.
But Cecilia Lewis had come prepared, his body did not budge.
"Ms. Shaw, you probably don’t realize, besides playing with women, my biggest hobby is boxing."
He gripped Claire Shaw’s slender wrist, the smile on his face gradually fading, as his lips formed a thin line, giving him a particularly grim and cold appearance.
"If Owen Crawford hadn’t attacked from behind back then, did you think he would be my match?"
Claire Shaw’s wrist ached painfully under his grip, but she dared not show even the slightest hint of pain, fearing it might please him.
Her dark eyes revealed a surge of hatred, "Do you know what happens to rapists in prison?"
Claire Shaw didn’t want to know, he coldly said, "Those who tried to hurt me, I killed them. Claire Shaw, do you want to try?"
As it turns out, without his smile, he was truly menacing and terrifying.
The shadow cast by his towering figure enveloped Claire Shaw entirely, Cecilia Lewis stared into her eyes intently, "I’ve wanted your body for years, has it been touched by anyone?"
Saying this, his hand slowly caressed her neck, like the maw of a serpent, gradually tightening its grip.
The man’s voice was icily cold, laden with threat: "You know, I like cleanliness."
His head suddenly lowered, warm breath spraying onto Claire Shaw’s face, "So, have you been tainted by anyone?"
