Chapter 757
Chapter 757 Episode 037 Damn Cool (2)
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Grown tired of listening, Flossie Wright turned around, her elbow sweeping back, colliding directly with the chest of Marcel Smith who was close behind her. The abrupt pain contorted his face.
She halted her steps, looking at him impatiently.
Marcel Smith clutched his chest, his left hand shaking as he pointed at the turned Flossie Wright.
"You you you ..."
"Speak directly."
With her arms folded, Flossie Wright raised an eyebrow, interrupting his pretence of meekness.
She didn’t use a lot of force, so it surely wasn’t painful enough for him to distort his face.
Hence, Marcel Smith immediately straightened up, the pained expression on his face gone.
Massaging his chest, he stared at her nonchalantly, "Well, there’s nothing actually. I just find it odd, weren’t you ..."
Before he could finish, Flossie Wright advanced a step, her hand clutching at his collar, causing him to choke on his words.
Marcel Smith widened his eyes in surprise, exasperated!
What a scene!
In front of him, Flossie Wright was expressionless, gripping his collar with one hand, as easy as if she was lifting a cabbage, forcing his neck. The tight collar made it difficult for him to breathe.
And he himself, during her action, was left defenceless.
So annoying!
"What were you going to say?"
Narrowing her eyes, Flossie Wright stared at him, the threat and warning apparent in her eyes.
"I was saying..."
Just as he began to speak, Flossie Wright’s grip on his collar strengthened, making it even harder for him to speak.
This woman!
𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
Clenching his teeth, Marcel Smith caught a glimpse of a sneaky figure lurking around the corner. Now he understood what was happening.
No longer courteous, he grabbed Flossie Wright’s hand, pushing her away decisively. Infuriated, he pointed his finger at her and cursed, "Fuck, so you are fine playing the mistress role, but you take offence when I bring it up?! After everything I did for you, you have the audacity to entertain somebody else’s advances, you shameless..."
His words fell.
A dull sound rang out.
Marcel Smith was directly punched onto the ground.
Dumbfounded, Marcel Smith took a while to react. But soon, the intense pain in his abdomen reminded him of what had just transpired.
Curled in pain, he tried to open his eyes, but everything was blurry. He could vaguely see Flossie Wright’s departing figure at the end of an empty corridor.
Struggling to get up, Marcel Smith finally managed to stand.
"Marcel, what happened?"
Just as he was standing upright, a woman ran over to help him up.
In her early 20s, Maxwell Moore had big curls, dressed maturely, with smokey eyes, but still maintained a youthful air, as if trying too hard to seem older, which felt a bit off.
However, before she could reach him, Marcel Smith, bearing the intense pain, straightened up. He brushed off his clothes, suppressing his twisted façade.
He could not lose face in front of a woman.
That was his principle.
"How did you get here?" Raising an eyebrow, Marcel Smith asked.
Instantly, the woman started to fidget, leaning against him in a coquettish manner, "You were gone a long while, and I started worrying."
"Worry about what? I wasn’t going anywhere."
Casually putting his arm around her shoulder, with the beauty in his arms, Marcel Smith lifted her chin, a hint of a self-indulgent smile on his faced.
The woman giggled, nestling in his arms.
"Miss, your drink is ready."
— End of Chapter 757 —