Back then, rumors about her had suddenly blown things out of proportion pushing her into having no choice but to leave the country. She knew there could be no one else behind it but him.
Her reputation had been completely ruined back then, so she certainly didn't hold back with every time she hit Ian.
"Stop... please stop, Celine...stop!!!" Ian was panting like a hundred kilogram pig being dragged to the slaughterhouse. Of course she didn't listen to him, his pleas fell on deaf ears.
Mercy? Did he have mercy on her when he chose to spread those rumors about her years ago?
There was no way Ian could charge her for what she did here to him tonight, not if he didn't want to reveal that he had booked a hotel suite with an alias name to take a woman from the entertainment industry to bed, it would shatter his image. He blackmailed new and inexperienced artists with their careers or enticing deals he could give them as long as he had their bodies in return.
