In the Lap of Luxury

Chapter 505 Depraved

"She should've asked what Kay's uncle did for a living before she did what she did!" Troy's eyes flashed with hatred.

He had two reasons for kidnapping Lydia. Firstly, it was for money. Secondly, he wanted to teach Lydia a lesson and give her a taste of what it felt like to get trampled on.

"Not to mention, she was the one who extorted 30 million dollars from Kay first. All I asked for was 50 million dollars. It's not that much."

Troy smirked, looking like a thug. "This woman is quite the looker. Maybe we could have a good time later."

A few of them understood what he meant, but they didn't dare act rashly.

"Troy, we'll let you have first dibs on such a fine specimen. The rest of us will just bask in your good fortune."

"Sure! You're all so loyal. Once we get the money, each of you will get five million dollars to splurge," Troy said in agreement.

"Thanks, Troy!"

"Troy, you're the best!"

"Are the cars ready?"

"Rest assured, Troy. We'll escape in different directions. They won't be able to pursue us. Even if they call the police, it'll be futile. Our cars have fake license plates, so the police won't be able to track us down."

"Okay. Once we get the money, run. Don't linger for a single second."

"Yes. As for the woman …"

Troy got up and tugged on his shirt's collar. "Before a man touches a woman, he craves her. Once he touches her, he gets addicted. Let me have a taste of her first."

When Lydia heard their filthy words, a wave of nausea hit her. She couldn't help but gag. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

She knew that if she just sat here and waited for her fate, there was no telling what would happen to her.

She had to think of a way to save herself!

Lydia wriggled her arms. Fortunately, those men weren't too wary of her, so they hadn't tied her up too tightly.

She continued to struggle against her restraints, but in the next second, the door opened. Troy approached her with a sleazy face.

He stared at her like a wolf staring at its prey. Lydia's heart stopped. Her voice went up a pitch when she screamed, "What are you doing? Don't come here!"

Lydia scurried backward, trying to get further away from Troy.

Troy grinned wickedly as his hands began to wander. As he undid his pants, he walked toward her.

"Don't worry, missy! If you serve me well, I'll go easy on you. Otherwise, don't blame me if I'm not gentle with you."

"D-Don't come close!" Lydia shook her head frantically. Her heart fell to her stomach.

"If you touch me, I'll kill myself. Don't even dream of getting a single cent," Lydia said ruthlessly. She was ready to do anything.

Yet Troy didn't care. He yanked her arm and laughed. "What, are you threatening me? As if that will work! I'm telling you, you should consider yourself lucky that I want you. Don't take it for granted."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed down against her body.

Lydia struggled beneath him. However, there was an innate disparity in strength between men and women. No matter how much she grappled, she couldn't free herself.

"Let go of me! Let go!" Lydia screamed in despair, staring at the ceiling. Tears streamed from the corner of her eyes. Finally, she gave up fighting and slowly closed her eyes.

Troy grinned in delight. He tore her blouse open, exposing her skin to the air. It only excited him even more.