Every Breath You Take

Chapter 22

"You dare to hit me?" The man's eyes were burning with anger as she slapped the man. He happened

to meet two men rushing over. "Mr. He! Are you okay?"

The man did not answer and pointed at Monica fiercely. "Take this woman to the room!"

"Mr. He, she is not from the flourishing age!" One of the men glanced at Monica and answered.

"I don't care if she's from the flourishing age. Take her there."

The two men didn't dare to talk anymore. They grabbed Monica and left. "Help!" Monica was covered

by the two men as soon as she shouted out. She struggled desperately, but there were two strong Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

men's opponents. They were soon dragged into the room.

After putting her on the ground, the two men closed the door of the room and blocked the door. Mr. He

stared at Monica with a gloomy face.

"What do you want to do?" Monica heard her voice shaking.

"No one has ever dared to hit me. You are the first one." Mr. He took a step forward, and Monica took a

step back. Soon her back hit the wall, and there was no way back.

"Don't mess around!"

"I will mess around. What do you dare to do?" Mr. He reached out and grabbed Monica's collar. With a

sudden pull, her clothes were torn open.

Monica reached out to protect the torn clothes, but the man came over and pushed her on the sofa.

When Monica was about to get up, the man had already rushed over.

The mouth with the smell of beer leaned over and kissed her. Monica tried her best to avoid his kiss.

"Pervert!" She struggled desperately, which aroused the man's beast nature.

He held Monica with one leg, and his hand stretched out to tear her clothes. With another tearing

sound, Monica's clothes were torn by him, revealing her snow-white skin.

The man's eyes flashed with lust, and his big hand continued to tear her clothes without stopping.

Monica knew that she also had the idea of desperate fighting in this disaster. She stretched out her

hand to grab the man's face. The man did not expect her to be so brave. There were already five

bloody wounds on her face.

He was so angry that he slapped Monica with his hand. Monica felt dizzy and there was a bloody smell

at the corner of her mouth. The man suddenly let her go and said to the two men standing at the door,

"You two take turns to solve her!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a cold voice sounded, "Mr.

He is in a good mood!"

The voice was so familiar. Monica looked at the door in a daze. Quarmy Huo stood at the door in black

with a cold expression.