Chapter 381 A Spanking
The intruders' leader was an imposing figure, a tall, burly man with fierce eyes and a blond ponytail. His face was obscured by a mask and his English was broken, but his intentions were clear.
"I only want the girl in the car. No offense. Sorry to bother you," he declared.
The secretary, a woman of sharp intellect and sharper eyes, scanned the group of approximately twenty individuals before responding.
"What do you want with the girl in the car?" she challenged, "Who sent you?"
"Sorry, I can't disclose that," came the curt reply, punctuated by the threatening brandish of weapons in the secretary's direction.Phillipe, a figure of cool authority, stood his ground.
A smirk played on his lips as he retorted, "So, you bring just these few guys to grab my fiancée? This doesn't seem like a serious effort."
'Who do they think they are dealing with?' he mused, his thoughts filled with a protective indignation.
'My fiancée deserves more than this meager show of force.'The foreign man's eyes flickered with murderous intent at Phillipe's words.
"I'll give you some time, call for more backup," Phillipe offered, glancing at his watch with a nonchalant air, "Is five minutes enough?"
The foreign man's rage was palpable.
"Don't think I won't lay a hand on you just because you're Phillipe!" he spat, his patience wearing thin.
Phillipe had been offered a chance to leave with his assistant, but his defiance had clearly sealed his fate.
"This is New York. It's his territory. There's no need to provoke him. We just want the girl," someone whispered urgently to the foreign man, attempting to defuse the situation.Cursing under his breath, the foreign man glared at Phillipe, "Hand her over, and I might let you walk away."
Phillipe tilted his head back, a sly grin on his face. "Oh? Isn't she right behind you?"
As the foreign man began to turn, he felt the cold press of a knife against his neck. Abella's lips curled into a predatory smile, "Heard you were looking for me?"
The man was taken aback, his mind racing to comprehend how this woman had managed to sneak up on him undetected, along with all his men.'Who is she?' he wondered, his mind reeling. '
No wonder the bounty on her head was so high. She's not an easy catch.'"Let him go!" his underlings began to shout, their voices filled with panic. "Don't touch our boss." "Drop the knife, now."
Abella paid them no mind. With a swift, practiced movement, she drew blood from the foreign man's neck."Who sent you?" she demanded, her beauty a stark contrast to the deadly situation.
The foreign man, his hand instinctively reaching for his wound, hadn't anticipated that she would actually strike.
As Abella's blade edged closer, fear began to creep in. "I... I don't know who it is. I took the job from a bounty board."
Abella mulled over his words. 'A bounty board, huh? Coincidentally, I have an account that can access that site, but this has to be new. If it were an old job, my people would have caught wind of it,' she thought.Suddenly, a fleet of black cars swarmed the area.
Phillipe's security team had arrived just in time.The foreign man, realizing his plans had failed, reached for a suicide pill, but Abella was one step ahead. With a swift, fierce blow, she knocked him out cold.
"Abella, leave the rest to them," Phillipe gestured with his hand for her to come over.Abella handed the unconscious man over to the secretary, while Phillipe's bodyguard swiftly apprehended the remaining intruders.
Abella had just finished cleaning her hands with disinfectant wipes from the car when she found herself unexpectedly swept off her feet, her rear lightly smacked."Who gave you permission to leave the car?"
Phillipe questioned, surprised at her audacity to slip into the crowd unnoticed. "What if they had seen you?"
"How could they possibly have noticed me?" Abella retorted, taken aback by Phillipe's uncharacteristic boldness. She had known him for years, and his actions left her astonished.
"Did you just spank me?""Do you realize the danger you just put yourself in?" Phillipe's tone was stern, devoid of humor. "I told you I would handle it. Don't you trust me?"
"It's not that I don't trust you," Abella defended herself.She had merely wanted to stand up for him when those men had come dangerously close to hitting him while denting the car door.
"What's your reasoning?" Phillipe asked, his arms still securely around her as he peered into her eyes. "Are you worried about me? Wanting to defend me? Fine, I can tie them up for you, let you vent all your frustrations, but you cannot act so recklessly..."
Abella found his constant nagging to be increasingly irritating. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she silenced him with a kiss.
Phillipe was momentarily stunned by her actions. It took him a moment to register her words, "You've got a tendency for domestic abuse."
Phillipe was taken aback, wondering if a playful spank could be considered a sign of domestic abuse.
"Hit me again, and you can forget about getting close to me," Abella warned, having never been spanked before, especially not in public. The embarrassment was unbearable.
"I worry about you," Phillipe confessed, looking into her eyes with a softened gaze. "Did it hurt?""It hurts like hell.""Let me check," Phillipe offered, about to lift her skirt as he helped her into the car.
"What are you doing?"
"Just checking for a bruise."Just as their secretary was finishing up and preparing to join them, he caught sight of Mr. Bourbon attempting to lift Abella's skirt.'Isn't this a bit too scandalous for an assistant to witness?' he thought.
Phillipe noticed him approaching and his expression darkened, "You chose quite the time to show up.""I-I'll just leave," the secretary stammered, turning to leave.
"Take me back to the university," Abella commanded."Hmm?" The secretary looked between Abella and Phillipe, confused. Were they arguing?"I got carried away. I didn't mean to strike you. You're not taking your safety seriously," Phillipe apologized, gently cupping her face. "Do you want to hit me back?"
Abella didn't respond, leaving him in suspense."Secretary, stop by a fruit stand on the way. Get me a durian."
"What?" The secretary was completely baffled. He wondered if Mr. Bourbon planned to kneel on a durian as a form of self-punishment.
"Is that enough punishment for my mistake?" Phillipe asked the girl in front of him, "Or would you prefer cacti?"A small smile tugged at the corners of Abella's mouth."There it is," Phillipe sighed in relief, a smile forming on his own lips, "The last thing I want is for you to be upset with me."
She was likely the only person brave enough to challenge him.
"What gave you the right to touch me?"
"My hand acted on its own; don't blame me."
"I'll control it next time, I promise. It won't happen again."
"Besides, it wasn't a real hit. Can we avoid such risky situations in the future?" Phillipe continued to placate her.
"When I saw you sneak behind him, I was terrified something bad would happen."The secretary thought, 'And when I was in the crosshairs of all those weapons, I didn't hear a peep of concern from Mr. Bourbon. Poor me.'
"Uh..." Phillipe hesitated, searching her face for any indication as he cautiously suggested, "Since it was a first offense, can we, perhaps, forget the punishment?"
Abella had made it clear that if he hit her, he could forget about any intimacy between them.Understanding his implication, Abella's lips curled into a smirk, "That depends on your behavior.""What kind of behavior would satisfy you? If I can't hit you, does that mean I have to shower you with kisses and caresses instead?"
Phillipe's hands started to wander, causing Abella to raise an eyebrow, "Try that again and see what happens."Phillipe immediately corrected his behavior.
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