My Sexy Female CEO

She didn't want to be violated by this evil man anymore, so she sought rescue.

"Oh! So you like that slut, no wonder you resist me so much. However, this is the 46th floor, all doors and windows are closed, even if you scream, that slut won't be able to hear you; so, just obediently let me fuck you! I guarantee you'll be over the moon! Insatiably pleased! Haha! Haha!" An Huairen let out another booming laugh.

But, the next moment, he was dumbfounded.

The office door was kicked open, and the person he least wanted to see appeared.

"Beast! Who are you calling a slut?" Lin Yifan asked coldly from the doorway.

Actually, he had no intention of saving someone who had colluded with others; but when he heard Wang Xiaolin's cries, he couldn't help himself; after all, Wang Xiaolin was unwilling.

Seeing Lin Yifan miraculously appear, Wang Xiaolin shouted as if grasping a lifeline, "Mr. Lin, save me!"

Gazing at Wang Xiaolin in her current state, Lin Yifan felt a surge of pity and anger rise in his heart. Wang Xiaolin's face bore a bright red palm imprint, and there was a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth; in addition, her half-naked upper body revealed her sponge bath and red bra; her black silk stockings were torn into pieces; most crucially, her skirt had been hoisted up to her buttocks, and it seemed likely that something untoward was about to happen next.

"How... how are you here?" An Huairen asked, his eyes wide, trembling, and utterly astonished.

Lin Yifan was a ruthless man, highly skilled and decisive in killing, never lenient with any criminal; moreover, he had inquired about the Palm Imprint gang; and since even the Palm Imprint gang had been annihilated, he was certainly not an exception; thus, he was terrified that the other party, in a fury, would kill him.

"I am sent from heaven to punish evil-doers like you, so prepare to die!" Lin Yifan said, advancing with anger rushing to the sky.

"Don't come any closer! I'm a manager! I'm the financial department manager! You can't hit me! You can't hit me!" An Huairen pleaded, quivering with fear.

"Manager? I am the Supreme Old Master myself!" Lin Yifan ignored An Huairen's threats, continued straight to An Huairen's side; then, with his right hand, he powerfully hoisted up the hundred-plus pounds of An Huairen.

An Huairen felt like a little chick being easily lifted, completely lacking a sense of security.

The next moment, Lin Yifan hurled him upwards, and then with a kick sent him flying as he rapidly descended.

"Bang!"

Crashing heavily into the solid wall, he immediately spat blood, seriously injured.

However, although he was in a sorry state, Lin Yifan had no intention of letting him off.

Approaching An Huairen, Lin Yifan lifted him once more, then punched him squarely in the face.

"Bang!"

Instantly, An Huairen's face was almost knocked askew, twisted horribly. Besides, several teeth fell from his mouth, in excruciating pain.

After hitting his face, Lin Yifan kicked An Huairen away again.

"Pfft!"

Another mouthful of fresh blood, and An Huairen felt his body was nearly falling apart, incapable of holding on much longer.

Seeing this, Lin Yifan finally decided to stop. Then he took the cellphone that had been recording, approached An Huairen, and asked, "All the assassination attempts were arranged by you and An Gang, weren't they?"

With weak breath and wrapped in severe pain, An Huairen could hardly answer, so for a long time, there was no response.

At that moment, Lin Yifan mercilessly stepped on his wound, making him taste the full extent of pain.

"Ah! Ah!!"

An Huairen endured the pain and cried out miserably, sweat beading on his forehead. At this moment, he mustered all his strength and managed to utter one word, "Yes!"

After getting the answer he wanted, Lin Yifan finally released his foot; then he approached the disheveled Wang Xiaolin and said, "It's not too late to turn back now. Do you want to stand with us and point the finger at An Gang?"

"As long as you can rescue me from the clutches of this villain, I'll agree to anything you say," Wang Xiaolin answered with tears.

She didn't want to be someone else's pawn anymore, even if it meant death.

"Good! Your word is enough," Lin Yifan said. Then he took a close look at Wang Xiaolin's exposed voluptuous body, swallowed, and added, "Tidy up your disordered clothes."

Wang Xiaolin felt embarrassed, and, for the first time, asked, "Don't you like to look?"

She had intended her figure to be seen and enjoyed only by Lin Yifan, but with what had happened, she was now too ashamed to face him.

"Uh... Do I look like that kind of lecherous person?" Lin Yifan countered.

Wang Xiaolin didn't answer. After all, her body was no longer pure so what right did she have to seek love from Lin Yifan?

After Wang Xiaolin had tidied up, Lin Yifan draped his jacket over her and then escorted her out.

Feeling the warmth of his protection, Wang Xiaolin couldn't hold back her tears any longer. They fell in torrents; she once had the chance to be his girlfriend, even his woman, but now all was impossible.

Leaving the finance department director's office building, Lin Yifan supported Wang Xiaolin as they took the elevator up to the general manager's office building.

Shortly after, they reached the general manager's office building.

Then, Lin Yifan settled Wang Xiaolin in the sofa in the reception area before he went to the door of the general manager's office and knocked, calling An Qi and Zhou Jiajia out.

"What's the matter? Why the secrecy? Must we talk outside?" said An Qi, opening the door impatiently.

Suddenly, she saw Wang Xiaolin, the weeping Assistant Wang, sitting on the sofa.

"What happened to her? Why is she crying?" An Qi asked curiously.

"She was almost raped by An Huairen just now," Lin Yifan answered.

"What! Didn't you say she was going to the bathroom just now? How did she end up on the 46th floor being bullied by An Huairen?" An Qi asked, puzzled.

"Because she's a spy your uncle planted by your side. She's in cahoots with An Huairen and his people," Lin Yifan explained.

"What! Wang Xiaolin! Is what he's saying true?" An Qi exclaimed, eyes wide and immediately furious.

"Yes! I'm the spy your uncle planted by your side, in charge of stealing your movements, pilfering your trade secrets," Wang Xiaolin admitted.

"You... I always treated you so well, and to think you're an undercover agent! How can you live with yourself?" After speaking, An Qi stormed over and slapped Wang Xiaolin across the face.

"Slap!"

As the pain spread across her face, Wang Xiaolin felt an even deeper pain in her heart. An Qi had always treated her like a friend, but she had continually betrayed her; sometimes she felt like less than human; a person without a conscience, how could she even be considered human?

The greatest mistake of her life was enjoying the material comfort provided by An Gang. If it weren't for An Gang's aid, perhaps she wouldn't have fallen to such a disgraceful state today.