Chapter 1592: Betray Her Own Body

The man chuckled. “Goodness, I’m telling you the truth. We’re all just working for someone else, aren’t we? Why would I want to con you?”

Before Aubree could respond, his voice hardened. “But even if I did, would you report me to the police? I doubt it. The Chanaean police would come for you; you’d be detained and sent back to your country.”

Aubree’s face paled under his threat, but she knew she was powerless. She was in a foreign land, unknown and unnoticed. She dared not report him.

“I don’t have that much money,” she replied through gritted teeth. She’d left her country with only five million. After plastic surgery, obtaining a new identity, and finding a place to live, she had only a few hundred thousand left. She still had significant debts to settle; a few hundred thousand wouldn't suffice. She couldn't possibly raise a million to pay the balance.

The man raised an eyebrow, appraising her. Aubree tensed, disgust evident in her wary gaze.

“You can pay with something else if you don’t have the money,” he said, his gaze lingering on her face. “Your real face is better, but this is acceptable. Besides, you were a rich man’s daughter. I’ve never slept with one before.”

His implication was blatant. Aubree’s face darkened. “How dare you?”

“If you can’t settle the balance, we’ll take back the documents used to create ‘Christina.’ Find someone else to help you return home, Ms. Pearson,” he replied, confident and unyielding. He reached for her ID.

Aubree refused to relinquish it. She’d spent half her savings creating this identity. Losing it meant losing everything, leaving her with no means to disguise herself.

“Fine. Keep it. It’s just paper. The important information is on our computers. We can destroy it anytime,” he said arrogantly, already closing in on her.

Aubree’s fists clenched; her face betrayed her fury. She seemed poised to strike him. He showed no fear, placing a hand on her waist, then slowly moving it towards her breasts.

“I’ve seen that photo from Chanaea, Ms. Pearson. You’re not some innocent girl, so don’t play the virgin card with me. Just let me sleep with you, and we’ll be even.”

Numb, Aubree stood frozen. He pulled her into his embrace, groping her. His smile broadened as she offered no resistance. He lifted her bridal-style and threw her onto the bed.

Tears streamed down Aubree’s face as she heard him undressing. Once, no man would have dared to touch her. She was the girl who would retaliate against even a glance. Now, defenseless against this thug, she was left with no choice but to betray her own body.