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Chapter 154 Chapter 153-Ruining the Good Thing（1st update, Cheer me with Power Stones!）

As soon as he entered the room assigned to him, Christopher impatiently shooed away the servant.

Then, he locked the door and guided the already unconscious Amelia to the bed.

At this point, Christopher wasn\'t in a hurry anymore.

He undressed while contemplating how to play with this innocent and charming beauty on his bed tonight.

After waiting for Amelia for so long, he finally got her in his bed.

Christopher felt extremely satisfied.

Amelia was completely unconscious.

Her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, and her slightly quivering eyelashes showed that she was still struggling against the effects of the drug in her body.

At this moment, Christopher was even worried that Amelia might suddenly wake up.

Thankfully, the drug Darklord gave him was very potent, and after such a long time, there was no sign of Amelia waking up.

"You bitch, I seriously pursued you, and you scorned me. Now you\'ve fallen into my hands," Christopher was undressing and suddenly his face turned ferocious.

He pointed at the unconscious Amelia and swore, "Damn bitch, you act so innocent, but you\'re just a thespian. What line are you holding onto? It\'s all bullshit! Look around, in this cesspool of the entertainment industry, which female star is clean?"

"I\'ve given you countless chances, and all you had to do was suck up to me once, and I could\'ve given you whatever resources you needed. But you refused to accept my help. So don\'t blame me for not playing nice anymore. What\'s this crap about purity and chastity? Once I\'ve had you, I guarantee you\'ll turn into a woman of desire." Christopher rambled to himself, while roughly groping himself, his eyes filled with lust.

His gaze roved over Amelia\'s voluptuous body.

After a while, there was a slight response below.

Yes, the reason why Christopher hadn\'t made his move on Amelia yet was because he was trying to stir up his own lust and get himself hard.

This dude had indulged too much in his desires in his daily life, and his body was already seriously overtaxed.

On top of that, he had come out in such a rush today that he had forgotten to bring his potency-enhancing drugs.

So, after he brought Amelia into the room, he couldn\'t get hard for the longest time.

He had to rely on visual stimulation and masturbation to evoke his physical response.

Several minutes passed.

Finally, Christopher\'s little buddy rose a tiny bit.

Even though it wasn\'t fully hard, he was already quite pleased with it.

Although not fully erect, it would still do the job.

Christopher\'s face was full of smug satisfaction as he reached to tear at Amelia\'s dress.

However, before his fingers could touch Amelia\'s delicate body, there was a loud noise at the door.

"Bang!" The door slammed heavily against the wall and before it could bounce back, it was firmly held by a hand.

The light from the hallway streamed into the room.

Christopher was startled, then became furious, yelling, "Who the hell is it that doesn\'t know this room is occupied?"

The man who had kicked open the door said nothing.

Christopher turned instinctively to look and saw a tall, lean young man standing by the door, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes coldly fixed on him.

"It\'s you?" Christopher was slightly taken aback. The man at the door was none other than the object of his intense jealousy, John.

"Carry on, pretend I\'m not here," John said emotionlessly, although the icy chill in his eyes gave Christopher an involuntary shiver.

Soon enough, though, the habitually reckless Christopher was overcome with anger.

He shouted, "Get the hell out and close the door, don\'t bring trouble upon yourself."

John cocked his head, his expression half-mocking.

"Trouble? I\'d love to hear what kind of trouble I could possibly bring upon myself."

Christopher, cursing and fussing, fastened his belt and confronted John.

"You\'re nothing but a lucky bumpkin. What are you acting all mysterious for? Get lost, or I\'ll make you regret it. Don\'t think that just because you\'ve got the Taylor family backing you up, you can offend anyone you please!"

John quirked an eyebrow, chuckling coldly, "Oh? And who exactly are you that I should be scared of offending?"

Christopher held his head high, a smug look on his face, "I\'m the heir to Ocean Entertainment. The entire industry is at my family\'s disposal. My dad so much as stomps his foot, half the entertainment circle trembles. Can you handle that?"

John rolled his eyes, "And here I was thinking you were someone big. Turns out this is all you\'ve got? Is this your justification for drugging a girl?"

Christopher blinked in surprise, his secret exposed by John, a touch of panic flashed across his face.

Still, he managed to maintain his composure, "Who told you I drugged this woman? Let me tell you, she\'s an artist under my company. What I do to her has nothing to do with you."

John grinned, showing off his pearly white teeth, "If she voluntarily wanted to be \'cast couch\', I couldn\'t care less. But you resorting to drugs, that\'s something I can\'t stand."

Christopher was about to retort when John suddenly asked, "By the way, do you know someone named Zachary Lewis?"

"Zachary Lewis?" Christopher paused, then recognition dawned on him, "You\'re talking about Zachary, aka Darklord?"

Christopher seemed relieved.

He assumed John must have learned about his drugging Amelia through his acquaintance with Darklord.

John gave a strange smile, "Know him? Of course, I do..."

Christopher relaxed completely, reaching out to pat John\'s shoulder, "If you\'re a friend of Darklord, you\'re a friend of mine, Christopher. So, you\'re also interested in that bitch on the bed?"

"But let\'s get one thing straight, that bitch was mine first. Even if you\'ve got some ideas about her, there\'s a first come, first served rule. Let me have her first, then I can pass her onto you..."

John sidestepped Christopher\'s approaching hand, a flicker of disgust in his eyes.

He finally got a glimpse of how despicable and debauched these people could be.

Seeing his friendly gesture being evaded, the smile on Christopher\'s face froze, his expression turning ominous.

"I don\'t care what your relationship with Darklord is, that\'s no excuse for disrespecting me. Get lost, and stop spoiling my mood!"

Christopher\'s tone was cold and distant.

John shrugged, "And what if I don\'t want to leave?"

Christopher exploded in anger, "Don\'t you dare disrespect..."

His words were cut off as John\'s hand slapped him across the face.

"Smack!"

The sound echoed around the room.

"Didn\'t your mom ever teach you to be polite? Always swearing and cursing, are you an orphan or something?"

Christopher was dumbfounded by the slap. He held his cheek, staring at John in disbelief, "You dare to hit me..."

"Smack!"

Another slap.

Now, both of Christopher\'s cheeks had been taken care of.

His handsome face was visibly swollen.

His anger surged, and his eyes reddened.

He screamed and lunged at John.

Unfortunately for him, Christopher, a spoiled hedonist, was no match for John.

With a slight sidestep from John, Christopher headbutted the wall on his own.

Stars filled his eyes as he spun dizzily.

Before he could regain his senses, John sent him flying into the hallway with a swift kick.

John then stepped on Christopher\'s face, grinding it a bit, "Since your family didn\'t bother to teach you manners, I guess I\'ll have to play the elder and give you a lesson."

Christopher flailed his arms, attempting to move John\'s foot from his face, but no matter how hard he tried, John\'s foot remained unmovable, heavy as a mountain.

The commotion in the room quickly attracted the attention of the servants in the hallways.

They rushed over only to be stunned by the sight before them.

"What the hell is happening?"

Seeing someone approaching, Christopher quickly rallied his spirits.

He shouted, "I\'m Christopher from Ocean Group, and Alexander Martin is my father. This bastard wants to kill me; catch him now!"

Two servants started to intervene but stopped in their tracks when John said calmly, "I\'m John. Let\'s see who dares to intervene."

They exchanged glances, uncertain of what to do.

They\'d been told repeatedly by Nicholas White not to mess with a man named John.

If John made any requests, they were to comply unconditionally.

One of the more experienced servants stepped forward, asking with a bitter smile, "Mr. Foster, what\'s going on?"

John replied nonchalantly, "Nothing much, just teaching this chap how to speak politely..."

The servants were dumbfounded.

As Christopher under John\'s foot struggled more violently, they dared not pull John away.

Instead, they ran downstairs to inform White and Benjamin.

Soon, White and Benjamin hurriedly arrived at the scene.

"Johnathan, what on earth are you doing?"