Chapter 2024: Chapter 2022: I’m Not Asking for Your Permission

Even though Beyoncé was originally the BOSS’s woman, hearing those low moans, Wang Dadong still felt extremely upset.

He wished he could go up there right now and take the BOSS out, then take over his job.

But after listening for a little while, Wang Dadong realized something was off.

Because the sounds Beyoncé was making weren’t those satisfied, Xingfu noises from doing that, but sounds that carried a hint of pain.

"Don’t tell me it’s..." Wang Dadong seemed to think of something, quickly got up, and slipped out of his own room.

After staying in the villa for a few days, Wang Dadong hadn’t exactly done nothing; at the very least he’d already figured out all the hidden cameras and alarm devices in the villa.

Although the villa looked like you could go anywhere, only after Wang Dadong checked it over did he realize there were a lot of high‑tech alarms installed.

A few minutes later, Wang Dadong successfully bypassed the cameras and alarms, passed through the second floor, and reached the third floor.

Following the sound, he found the room it was coming from.

The door to the room wasn’t fully closed; there was a crack, and through that crack, Wang Dadong could just see what was happening inside.

When he saw the scene in the room, Wang Dadong couldn’t help his throat working in a slight swallow.

Usually you act all noble, don’t you? All proud and untouchable, right? So how come now you’re on the floor like a dog, letting someone whip you?

Maybe this is the charm of money.

Wang Dadong was watching so intently that he even pushed the door open a little wider.

From just the right angle, Beyoncé could see Wang Dadong through the crack in the door.

Shit!

He’d been spotted; Wang Dadong got a fright.

However, when Beyoncé saw him, she only looked at him with those green eyes lightly shaded in eyeshadow, then continued enduring the pain.

Wang Dadong’s heart leapt to his throat; he could only blame himself for being too caught up in watching just now and not noticing that Beyoncé had spotted him.

But what he found very strange was that Beyoncé didn’t expose him.

It went on for a full half hour before the man finally got tired of whipping, slumped back on the sofa panting.

Beyoncé’s body, meanwhile, was crisscrossed with countless lash marks and bloody welts.

An hour later, Beyoncé left the BOSS’s room and returned to her own room on the second floor.

With her back to the mirror, Beyoncé looked at her own back in the reflection, beaten into a bloody mess, her brows tightly furrowed.

In reality, the pain in her body was far more terrifying than what you could see.

Because the whip the BOSS used on her had been soaked in some kind of medicinal liquid.

With that liquid irritating the wounds, they burned like fire, as if a red‑hot branding iron had been pressed over them.

But although that liquid made her suffer terribly, it did have one benefit: it made her wounds heal very fast and almost never left scars.

"What are you doing in my room?" Seeing Wang Dadong suddenly appear, Beyoncé asked with a blank face.

"I’m here to bring you medicine. You should put something on those wounds so they heal faster." Wang Dadong shook the ointment in his hand.

He’d gotten it from Zemalia.

Zemalia was the name of that mixed‑race woman.

"No need." Even though Wang Dadong had just seen that humiliating scene, Beyoncé was still icy and aloof, directly rejecting his kindness.

But Wang Dadong only shook his head and walked straight toward Beyoncé.

"What are you doing!" Beyoncé said in a low, cold voice.

"Helping you put on the medicine."

"Do you believe I’ll kill you?" Beyoncé’s pretty face was frosty.

Wang Dadong grinned. "I believe you."

...

Over ten minutes later.

"I’m leaving the medicine here for you. Remember to apply it yourself in the future. If you can’t reach, you can come find me." Wang Dadong said cheerfully, then turned and left Beyoncé’s room.

Beyoncé casually picked up the ointment on the table, her expression slightly dazed.

This man risked death just to bring her a bottle of ointment?

You had to know, if she told the BOSS about this, even ten lives wouldn’t be enough for Wang Dadong...

Wang Dadong went back to his own room and was just about to wash up when a deep knock suddenly sounded at the door.

"Who is it?" Wang Dadong asked.

"It’s me." A familiar voice came from outside.

It was Zemalia!

That mixed‑race woman.

Wang Dadong quickly opened the door.

He saw a stunning figure standing outside.

"Not going to invite me in?" Zemalia said playfully.

"Quick, come in." Wang Dadong hurriedly pulled Zemalia into the room.

Women are like this: at the start they act all unwilling, but once things get going, if you don’t go looking for her, she’ll be the one to come to you.

The next day, at breakfast.

The ten‑meter‑long dining table was packed with a crowd of twittering beauties.

Aside from Wang Dadong and the BOSS, all of them were the BOSS’s women.

Wang Dadong sat down to eat his breakfast, and right across from him was, sure enough, Zemalia.