Chapter 309 The Widow?
Maurice took off his glasses, revealing his narrow, lecherous eyes. He squatted down slowly. "You're really beautiful, even prettier than those super stars."
He slapped Harper's shoulder, almost drooling. "We'll have a good night together."
He reached out to drag Harper to the sofa.
"Help! Help!" Harper screamed, her fingers digging into the carpet until they bled.
"Bitch!" Maurice kicked her. "Keep screaming, and I'll kick you to death!"
Harper clutched her waist in pain but kept shouting.
Panicking, Maurice grabbed her hair, trying to press her face into the sofa cushion. Her scalp felt like it was being torn apart, and she teared up from the pain.
But it also brought some clarity to her mind.
Harper cried and pleaded, "Mr. Hall, please, don't hit me. I'll be good. I'll listen to you."
Her face was flushed, her eyelashes wet, and her delicate hair trembling, making her look pitiful.
Maurice, unable to control himself, started unbuckling his belt. "If you had been this obedient earlier, I would have made you feel good now."
He leaned down, licking his lips, eyes filled with lust.
Harper knew she had one chance. She pulled out a small spray bottle from her neck and sprayed it into Maurice's eyes.
Maurice shouted, flailing. "Bitch! What did you spray in my eyes!"
Harper always carried pepper spray, and now it came in handy.
She ducked out of Maurice's fists, kneed him in the groin, and knocked him off the sofa.
Maurice clutched his abdomen, rolling on the ground, cursing. "I'm gonna kill you."
Harper crawled to the door, using all her strength to lift a chair and smash it against the door lock. The first hit didn't break it.
Behind her, Maurice kept cursing. "I'm gonna kill you."
In desperation, Harper slapped herself to stay awake, picked up the chair, and continued smashing the door lock. Finally, after two more hits, the door opened.
Maurice, clutching his abdomen, had reached her.
He squeezed Harper's shoulder hard.
Harper screamed, turned around, and kicked him again.
Maurice fell to the ground.
Luckily, Maurice was weak, allowing Harper to knock him down easily.
Harper stormed out. Fortunately, she was in a hotel, and Maurice hadn't posted any guards to avoid drawing attention.
But at this hour, the hotel was almost empty, especially on this floor with the lounge, which wasn't a place for accommodation. Not even a staff member was around.
Harper found the elevator, barely conscious, staring at it as it slowly ascended.
"Little bitch!" Maurice's terrifying shout made her hair stand on end. He was chasing her, looking deranged with his chest exposed and pants missing.
She leaned against the wall, frantically pressing the elevator button, praying for it to open and for someone to save her.
Maurice staggered over, drooling. "Bitch, you drugged me and still want to run."
He grabbed her hair and started dragging her back.
"Ah! Let me go!" Harper clutched her hair, shouting, "Help!"
The elevator door opened.
Harper saw a pair of gray-blue eyes and screamed, "Help! Save me!"
Maurice slapped her. "One more scream, and I'll kill you!"
Inside the elevator, Andrew leaned against the wall, one hand in his pocket, looking nonchalant.
He had no interest in getting involved. He'd done it once before, only to find out the girl's boyfriend had a rape kink, and he ended up beating the guy to a pulp. The girl even sued him. His friends mocked him for a year. He swore never to get involved again.
Harper was dragged around the corner by Maurice, her voice growing weaker.
Her mind flashed back to those eyes, something flickered.
She dug her sharp nails into Maurice's wrist, gouging out his flesh.
Maurice, in pain, let go and raised his hand to slap her.
When pushed to the brink, people can unleash incredible potential.
Harper grabbed his arm and bit down hard, tearing into his flesh, making him howl in pain.
She ran desperately towards the elevator, just as the doors were about to close.
Using her last bit of strength, she shouted, "Mr. Grey!"
A slender hand reached out from the elevator door, stopping it from closing.
Andrew stepped out lazily. "Who called me?"
A soft body crashed into his arms, pushing him back two steps.
Andrew frowned, cursed under his breath, and tried to push her away. "My heart is as cold as a knife. Don't try to scam me!"
But those slender, soft arms clung to him, like a cute snake, her body incredibly soft.
Andrew cursed again. This woman had such an intoxicating scent.
But the scent seemed familiar. Andrew turned her face, and beneath the disheveled hair, a delicate face appeared.
Andrew's eyes widened. "The widow?"
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
