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"Eh? What do you mean my bread is dangerous? Are you nuts? Because you are wearing an expensive suit doesn't mean I'll take things lying down." she spoke in rage.
The man smiled and ordered his men to drag her after him.
He then turned around to leave.
"Hey! You bastards, let me go this instant!"
The lady tried to bite them but one brought out a gun and used it to touch her face.
"Ma'am, obedience or rebellion, which do you think suits you better? I believe you are wise." the bodyguard spat.
She immediately stopped struggling and let them take her into a gold-colored Jeep.
When the door was slammed shut, she turned her head to see the man that taped her mouth back in the boxing center when she was busy cheering for Angel.
She had resentment for him since then and seeing him again, she forgot he currently has the identity of a rich man.
She held his collar and bit his shoulder hard.
The man chuckled.
"I thought you had an old man and three kids." he reminded her in amusement.
"Of course, he's my ex now. He divorce me last week and the three kids are my late sister's triplets. What? Why am I even bothering to explain? I'll just bite you to death. You have given me a bad reputation amongst my market peers. Everyone is laughing at me. You bad luck in human skin, I'll bite you to death." she ranted.

"So you admit you are in love with me and can't wait to throw yourself at me?" he asked with a smirk.
"You.... Who likes you? I just wanna get revenge." she bared her white set of teeth.
"Here! You can bite here too, my lady." he unbuttoned his shirt and let her see the other part of his shoulder.
Eh... She had to admit he had a nice body. Her bite marks on his left shoulder looked like a sin. It was like oil stain on a beautiful white expensive fabric!
"Come on, bite!" he urged with amusement.
He further opened the shirt to reveal his 6 packs. Heavens! He's hot!

The lady looked away and told him to cover up.
"My lady, why are you being shy now? You were so eager earlier. How about you take it as business exchange? You sell sexy bread and I'm here to offer you my sexy body. Trade by barter okay?"
"Let me out. I have customers to attend to." she tried opening the door to no avail.
"Let me out!" she yelled.
The man laughed melodiously.
"I'm taking you shopping. Look at you! Poor fashion taste." he said and ordered the driver to move from the area to the mall.
"Hey! I don't know you and don't want to go shopping with you. Let me out!" she started to hit him but life is cruel.
Her beating didn't affect him at all. Instead he even joked about her sexy bread.
"You vile punk, I'm going to kill you."
She pulled both of his collars but he used that chance to bring his face closer and kissed her.
".....?" the lady was shocked.
Her eyes widened and she took time to process what was going on.
This guy kissed her without her permission? Who gave him the guts?
She pushed him away and wiped her lips.
"My lady, they are sweet." he commented and licked his lips.
"What?" she asked in ire.
"Your lips are yummy. Can I have them for breakfast every morning for a start?" he asked.
"You pervert!"
"You have sharp eyes. I'm glad you recognize one of my identities." he chuckled causing her to fold her hands and stare out the window.
"Woman, you are beautiful." he whispered in her ear and pecked her left earlobe.
"I'll kill you." her temper exploded again and she punched his third leg.
"Ow!" he bent over and placed his hands at his jewels.
"My lady, how can you be so cruel to your husband?" he asked.
"Hmph! You deserve it." she snorted
"Thankfully, I wore protectors. Hit my lil bro as you like. I won't mind. After all, you are my future wifey."
"You..." she decided to quit arguing with this shameless bastard of a man.

Reaching the mall, he held her hand and dragged her into the luxurious place.

He took her to the outfits session and made her try out many gowns, skirts, blouses, hats, scarf etc.
Then he took her to shoe session and bought 20 pairs of limited edition footwear her size. She had small feet

He took her to jewelry area and chose a very simple necklace for her but it was worth a fortune.
"My lady, one more thing. Time to turn you into Cinderella." he said with a smirk.

"I just wanna go back to my shop." she complained.
"You will return there as a queen. Spare me some more time okay?"
He took her to a beauty saloon and had her waxed, massaged and given other beauty treatments. Before they proceeded to apply make-up on her face.

30 minutes later,
The lady was escorted in heels by one of the saloon staff to the rich guy.
On seeing her, the book he was reading fell from his hands. He gasped with wide eyes.
"What? Am I ugly?" she asked in ire.
"You are very beautiful, my lady." he rose and walked to her.
"Rosanna, you are an angel hidden among the bad eggs. Now I found you, I can't let you fly away." he said with a romantic expression.
The lady whom we will now call Rosanna Clifford, stared at her reflection in the mirror.
She became stupefied.
Who was the person looking back at her? This was a beauty goddess!
"Is this me?" she asked herself.
"Ma'am you are very pretty. Sir, you have a good eye." said one of the saloon staff with a smile.
"What do you think, Rosanna? Want to go show them why people should buy your sexy bread?" he whispered into her ear but she distanced herself from him and wanted to run out.
Reality is evil!
She can't use heels! All she ever wore were slippers and sandals.
She tripped and was about to fall to the ground when the rich guy caught her by the waist.
"Finally, I get to this to a goddess. Save a damsel in distress." he said and put his sunglasses on.
He signaled the staff to take pictures of this moment.
But before they could, Rosanna pinched his waist and both fell to the floor.
Rip!
There was the sound of torn fabric and the staff's eyes widened. Some covered their mouth and chuckled secretly, while some pretended not to see anything and walk away.
Rosanna was below the rich guy and unhappily pushed him to the side.
She rose and checked if her gown was torn. It was expensive you know!
She eventually sighed in relief knowing her clothing was in order. She stared at the rich guy and culdn't help laughing.
"Hahahahahaha!" she laughed hysterically and pointed at him.
The rich guy took off his glasses and scratched his neck.
"Get me some cloth." he ordered and a staff ran upstairs to get one.
He looked at his torn grey suit pants that had loosened at many places. It exposed his pink briefs. Even the inner shirt was ripped.
The company who made this suit was dead meat!
See how they embarrassed him in public! How can he retain his cool reputation?
"Hahahaha! Karma! It's karma. Serves you right, Mr. Carlos." Rosanna said in between mirths. He sighed and wished the earth should just open and swallow him up.






Well, This is last chapter for the month. I have a lot on my plate currently. Hopefully, I can pull through this. Have a nice time reading other wonderful stories people! Knowledge is power.
Lest I forget, Accept my kisses!