YM778.TV Chapter 332: Keep Playing, Play Her to Death
The chalice in her hand trembled, spilling a few drops of red wine.
Joe Heath, quick as lightning, shielded Jasmine Yale, kicked Kamila Zahir away with utter disgust in his face.
Kamila Zahir, relentless, lunged at them again!
“Sister… sister…” she called out to Jasmine Yale, her voice pitiful and pleading.
Her voice choked with emotion, her eyes glistening with passion.
The cry of “sister” startled Jasmine and left her heart pounding.
Jasmine Yale’s face was indifferent, shading into dark disdain: “Unimpressive.”
Before she was thrown out of the house, Kamila Zahir had not once addressed her as ‘sister’, always referring to her as ‘Jasmine Yale’ or ‘little bitch’.
She just imitated how Nancy Emmett called her.
The others could not comprehend the situation and turned to look at Jasmine Yale.
“Jasmine, please, don’t let them play me to death, I’ll die… Jasmine… sister… I apologise… Can you forget about what happened fifteen years ago… I was young then, I knew nothing…”
Kamila Zahir in her bikini lay sprawled on the floor, it seemed like she lacked nothing short of bowing down and begging for mercy.
Jasmine Yale look utterly disgusted.
So Kamila Zahir was playing this card?
When Joe Heath saw Jasmine struggling, he kicked Kamila Zahir again with a terrible attitude—
“Get lost. Don’t upset my woman’s sight.”
Kamila Zahir, simply threw herself at Jasmine, clutching onto her legs!
This time, Joe Heath failed to stop her!
“Jasmine, please, help me, you won’t just stand by and watch me die, would you? Good sister, good sister…”
Everyone finally understood what was happening.
CEO Heath brought Kamila Zahir here to cheer his woman up!
“What’s the hold-up Elder Jameson, continue the game, play her to death.” Joe Heath was growing impatient.
“Alright.” Mr. Jameson pulled Kamila Zahir away.
“Sister, how could you be so heartless, no matter what, we’re sisters, I’m your little sister!” Kamila Zahir cried out.
“Sister? I don’t need ‘sisters’ who pointed at my nose and cursed me.” Jasmine coolly fired back.
A chill ran through her eyes.
“Jasmine, I’m sorry, I was young and knew nothing, I had no ill intentions… Jasmine…”
Kamila Zahir was, truly, in heart-rending sobs.
But, Jasmine Yale remained unmoved.
Mr. Jameson grabbed another beer and forced it down Kamila Zahir’s throat.
“Is the beer good?” he asked sadistically, while tormenting Kamila Zahir.
“Stop, stop…” Kamila Zahir cried profusely.
“Had enough? What will you do when you get to a man’s bedside in a while?” Mr. Jameson laughed lasciviously.
“I beg of all you gentlemen, could you spare me? I was foolish… Jasmine, Jasmine could you help me…….. ”
Kamila’s crying was pitiful, her face crumpled in despair.
“What are you crying for, can’t handle a little play? Don’t dare cry in front of me.” Mr. Jameson forced another beer down her throat.
Kamila Zahir was soaked in beer.
Her hair, her bikini, everything was soaked.
She looked utterly disheveled, it was excruciatingly embarrassing.
“Elder Jameson, take it easy, don’t actually play her to death.” Joe Heath chided casually, his voice bland, “If she dies, there will be no fun left.”
“As you say, Mr. Heath.”
Mr. Jameson and Joe Heath played off each other perfectly.
“Elder Jameson, unless my woman says stop, don’t you dare.”Joe Heath was in a mood for some good entertainment.
He kicked back leisurely, appearing completely undisturbed, his smileradiant and vivid.
“Of course.”
Kamila Zahir crumbled under the torment, as Mr. Jameson forced onto her glass after glass of beer, her face was beet red.
“Jasmine….”
She began shrieking in agony, her eyes pleading at Jasmine Yale..