Chapter 12 Reaping What You Sow
This wine had a high concentration and was extremely strong.
How could Luann Weaver, with her delicate and slender figure, bear it?
Mr. Jeff knew she couldn't escape tonight, so he signed the contract.
The moment he put the pen down, Mr. Jeff couldn't wait to pounce on her!
But then, he found himself empty-handed.
The next moment, everything turned pitch black.
"Beautiful?"
"Mr. Jeff, I'm here."
Mr. Jeff's frozen smile stretched again, immediately understanding her intentions.
He wiped away the saliva about to drip from the corner of his mouth and chuckled, "I understand, I understand! You young people like to play something different!"
"When I catch him, I'll give him a good beating."
In the darkness, Luann Weaver walked slowly towards the table she remembered and skillfully found the contract.
Then, she put it in a large canvas bag.
Her ears moved skillfully and she heard the approaching footsteps of Mr. Jeff.
Luann Weaver's eyes darkened and she quietly stepped back.
On the other side of the door, an ear was tightly pressed against it
Just a door away, it was quiet inside, with no sound at all.
Juliet Weaver frowned and muttered to herself, "Is this Mr. Jeff competent? Why is there no sound after such a long time?"
A cold voice came from behind her, "Whether he is competent or not, you can go and find out for yourself."
Juliet Weaver froze in place, unable to move her feet as if they were nailed to the ground.
"Sister...I..."
Just as Juliet Weaver was trying to find an excuse, Luann Weaver grabbed the back of her collar and pushed the door open with her other hand.
She pushed her forcefully inside!
Juliet Weaver didn't react in time and fell into darkness.
"Uh...mmph!"
The angry voice abruptly stopped as her mouth was covered by a greasy hand.
"Hehe, beauty, I've caught you."
Juliet Weaver smelled the unpleasant breath coming from close by, panic-stricken, with widened eyes and a churning stomach, unable to hold back the urge to vomit.
Unfortunately, Mr. Jeff was strong, and her struggles seemed to be inviting him further.
"Beauty, the contract is signed, it's time to get down to business, right?"
"Mmm! Let go...I...I don't...Wan..."
Broken words overflowed from her throat.
Luann Weaver leaned against the entrance of the safe passage, quietly listening to the struggling cries inside.
Until rhythmic footsteps approached from far away.
Wilber Gilbert stopped at the door, smugly smiling.
"Hmph, wicked woman, making a fool of me, cuckolding me, this is the price! Enjoy it well!"
Luann Weaver's head peeked out from the side of the safe passage door, revealing only a small and delicate head.
Her pair of eyes, as sparkling as obsidian, innocently blinked.
"Who are you talking about?"
Wilber Gilbert turned around incredulously, his eyes widened in surprise, as if he had seen a ghost.
"You...why are you here! Weren't you supposed to be inside!"
Luann Weaver kindly reminded him, smiling innocently.
"The person inside is your woman, isn't she?"
Wilber Gilbert's expression changed drastically. He lifted his foot and kicked the door fiercely, one kick followed by another, cursing angrily.
"Damn it, you, Jeff! If you dare touch my woman, I'll fucking chop off your hands!"
"Open the door! Open it for me!"
Juliet Weaver's screaming voice accompanied him, "Wilber! Save me!"
Wilber Gilbert was so desperate that his eyes turned red, his face flushed with anger.
After kicking for a while without success, Wilber Gilbert angrily ran up to Luann Weaver.
"Room key!"
In a calm tone, Luann Weaver replied, "It's inside the room."
Wilber Gilbert let out a beastlike roar. "Luann Weaver, you wretched person! She's your own sister, your own sister! How could you be so vicious? How could you lay a hand on her? Are you even human anymore?!"
Finishing his sentence, he seemed to lose his sanity and moved to slap Luann Weaver on the face. However, his hand stopped abruptly in mid-air.
The next second, Wilber Gilbert was sent flying backwards from a powerful kick.
Luann Weaver turned around.
Myron Curtis stood beside her, wearing a mask, his cold eyes staring down at Wilber Gilbert, who was bleeding and writhing in pain on the ground.
"If you don't want to be a man, you can let me know. I don't mind helping you out."
Myron Curtis took out a handkerchief and calmly wiped his hands before throwing it onto Wilber Gilbert.
Wilber Gilbert opened his mouth, but all that came out was a violent cough.
Juliet Weaver's cries for help were still echoing, "Save me... save me!"
Wilber Gilbert struggled to get up, using every ounce of his strength, and fiercely slammed himself into the door.
Bang!
The door burst open.
The moment the lights turned on, Wilber Gilbert's eyes nearly popped out at the scene before him, almost bloodshot! Although they hadn't reached the final step, they had already come face to face.
Juliet Weaver was crying, her eyes swollen and teary.
Mr. Jeff was stunned, "Who... who are you? Where's my beauty?"
Wilber Gilbert was suffocating with pent-up emotions that he couldn't release in front of Myron Curtis, and it all burst out at this moment.
"This is my woman, damn it!"
Mr. Jeff had no idea what had happened and awkwardly smiled, "Sorry, sorry."
"Just take her back, I didn't do anything. Why are you so angry?"
"Even though we signed a contract, we can still have a long-lasting collaboration..."
Hearing about the signed contract, Wilber Gilbert couldn't tolerate it anymore and grabbed the phone from the table, smashing it.
"I slept with your woman, do you feel angry now?"
Mr. Jeff never expected Wilber Gilbert to be so impulsive and disrespectful, and he screamed in pain.
"Wilber Gilbert, I gave you respect!"
Wilber Gilbert quickly wrapped Juliet Weaver in a bedsheet and carried her bridal style.
"The contract has been signed, your regrets are useless!"
After saying that, he walked out.
Luann Weaver waved at them with a smile.
Juliet Weaver suddenly burst into tears, "Sister, why are you treating me like this?" "I heard that Mr. Jeff is not a good person, and I was afraid that he would do something harmful to you, so I came over to help you." "I didn't expect...I didn't expect that you would push me in!"
Juliet, bursting into uncontrollable tears, "Wil... Wilber." "If it wasn't for you coming in time, I'm afraid... I would have been defiled..."
Wilber Gilbert's eyes were filled with anger as he stared at Luann Weaver, but also a bit afraid of the man by her side. "Luann Weaver! This matter will not be easily forgotten!"
Luann Weaver gently flipped her hair and said, "Do you think that your affair with each other can be easily forgotten by me?"
A phrase that had no weight entered their ears. But a chill rushed up their spines.
"Shameless!" Wilber Gilbert spat harshly and left with Juliet Weaver.
Luann Weaver still smiled, took a faltering step back, and fell directly into the arms of Myron
Curtis.
Myron Curtis wrapped his arms around her and leaned in close to her slightly parted red lips. "You've been drinking." "The scent of alcohol is all over you."
Luann Weaver lifted her slightly intoxicated eyes, shimmering with water, as if countless stars were shining.
She gave a sweet smile and coquettishly replied, "I'm not drunk." "This wine isn't strong." "Try it if you don't believe me?"
Luann Weaver stood on tip toes and pouted her red lips. Through a thin black mask, she kissed Myron Curtis.
