She Killed My Ex

Chapter 112 Can You Give No Money Just Because You Are the Big Boss

Chapter 112 Can You Give No Money Just Because You Are the Big Boss

Marissa shivered and felt the tension in the air.

And she felt sorry for Caroline. Antonio was not the same as the foreigner called Cayne. In these years Marissa have dealt with all kinds of people, so she had the skill to know people well with her eyes.

And today, she was present when Boss and Mr. Tucker clashed.

Mr. Tucker's performance was beyond her expectations.

At least Marissa didn't expect those words would come from the mouth of Mr. Tucker, the playboy in everyone's eyes.

"As the saying goes, broken bones well set become stronger. The saying maybe refers to Mr. Tucker," Marissa thought.

Marissa couldn't hold Bentley's thoughts again. Didn't he know that he himself has never been one to meddle?

Didn't boss know that he was losing his temper at the moment? When seeing Caroline and Mr. Tucker were together today, he acted like a husband who saw his wife cheat on him and caught her in adultery.

"Cyrus, ask two men to keep an eye on her."

Cyrus didn't react for a moment. "On whom?" he thought.

"If something happens, report it to me in time."

It was only at this point that it dawned on Cyrus that boss wanted him to keep an eye on Caroline.

But a new question appeared-what was the meaning of "something happens"?

He couldn't report everything to Big Boss who was always dealing with a host of problems, right?

Cyrus made a dour face, he was about to scratch his head.

"If that woman dares to betray me..." The man in the back seat of the car looked grim with a jade- like cold face, and he showed murderous intent in his eyes.

While Cyrus and Marissa's hearts were trembling, a strange look appeared on their faces at the same time. "If that woman dares to betray me..." When Boss said this, was it an admission of something in a sense?

Next day.

Caroline was in the hallway at work when she was stopped in her tracks by a figure.

"Mr. Shawn."

After a period of absence, Bentley finally reappeared in Royal Club. Lowering his head and looking at the woman in front of him, he felt a nameless fire rose in his heart.

"Hmm," he responded in a low voice, then he was silent.

Caroline's entire body was tense. She bypassed Bentley, walking all the way to the front with her head down.

Behind her, the anger was growing in the man's eyes.

He took a few big steps to catch up with her and tugged her hand. "Where is Ms. Jameson going in such a hurry?" He thought, "Will she meet her lover?"

When he thought of all the things this woman had done, he had the urge to strangle her with his own hands.

Caroline looked tense. "I'm off duty. Mr. Shawn, let me go. I'm going back to my dorm."

"Will you go back to the dorm or meet your lover?"

Caroline's face turned pale and miserable immediately. She looked up abruptly and saw the irony in the eyes of the man in front of her.

She held her breath for a second, pretending to be strong and said coldly, "I was originally a prostitute. A prostitute is off duty now, what could I do except for meet my lover? Mr. Shawn, please let me go."

Bentley's anger rushed to his head, but his hand held onto Caroline's arm for dear life.

Caroline looked coldly at his palm gripping on her and asked, "Or do you want to be my client too, Mr. Shawn?"

Bentley was angry but he laughed. "Okay, don't go back. I will be your whoremaster today."

A hand immediately reached out to him.

"What?" he asked with a half-raised eyebrow.

He looked at the woman whose height only reached his chin. She said justifiably, "Money." Caroline said, "Even if you are Big Boss, you have to pay for prostitutes. There is no reason to play for free."

Bentley's eyes were full of shock.

And looking at the palm spread out in front of him, he could not say what it was like in his heart. He felt unfamiliar pains diffuse. If from the beginning of coming across with her, he did not know why he got angry and how to vent his anger.

Then at this moment, the woman in front of him made his heart depressed. He looked at her with different eyes. "Ms. Jameson, I do not know you have been so clever. What happened?

Your Deloris didn't want you, and you've seduced Mr. Tucker again."

Boom!

Caroline felt the roll of thunder reached her ears.

Caroline stared at the man in front of her blankly. How did he know about Deloris?

Bentley looked at her stunned expression, he felt the pleasure of revenge, but more he felt was the dull in his heart. He could not do anything about her!

Bentley has always believed that the most powerful strike was not words, but absolute power. In the face of all kinds of opponents, he has always been unfailingly tough. To express the trendy phrase on the Internet nowadays-fight with each other rather than quarrel.

But in the face of Caroline, he felt a sense of powerlessness suddenly arose.

He glanced at the woman in front of him again, but his mind wandered to the smile she had displayed in front of Antonio last night.

Suddenly, the man's eyes changed. He reached out and grabbed her chin. "Smile!"

He spared no words but ordered her brutally, "Didn't you hear me? I told you to smile."© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Caroline frowned. His hand on her chin pinched her too hard, she could not understand what this man wanted to do. She could not read him before, now even more so.

"Caroline, smile."

Bentley's voice was cold. But the more he said, the less Caroline wanted to smile.

Manifesting a rebellious mind, Caroline lifted her eyes and looked indifferently at Bentley. Why did she smile? Why should she listen to him? Why should she smile at the culprit when most of her life was ruined?

The way she was looking at Bentley at the moment made the latter's heart tingle. Her look was unbearably piercing.

His heart hurt inexplicably. Bentley looked at her with cold eyes. "Don't you smile? Don't you say you're a prostitution? Caroline, you can't even do this. Or is this what you want?"

As he spoke, his left hand chucked a few bills out of his pocket. "Is this what you want before you smile?"

Caroline's eyes rolled slowly, focusing on the blinding bills in Bentley's hands. No one could tell what she was thinking at the moment. Slowly, she raised her head. Her eyes met Bentley's dark eyes unblinkingly, and now the two pairs of eyes were looking at each other.

With the corners of her mouth lifted, she tugged on a manufactured smile. She asked, "Are you satisfied?" Was he happy about forcing her to do something she didn't like to do?

Bentley also stared at the woman's smile in front of him. He wanted to find the traces of yesterday from this standard stereotypical smile. No! Not such a smile!

Not the same at all!

Antonio's words echoed in his ears again, " I was able to make her smile, can you?"

Can he?

Can he? Bentley asked himself over and over again. Can he?

The answer was easy, but it was damn unacceptable!

"Get out!" He flung his arm out in an instant rage. "Get away! Don't ever let me see you again!" As if to convince himself, he turned his head with red eyes and glared at her viciously. He added, "I'm afraid of dirtying my eyes!"

Without a word, Caroline left immediately. Her heart, however, was filled with familiar pains that she chose to ignore.

Behind her, looking at the empty exit, the man crawled the back of his head with irritation. He felt a dull pain in his chest. Why not smile? Why was Caroline, who once only had him in her eyes, now smiling in front of another man?

Why it made him so annoyed and agitated when he thought of this damn woman?

His fist slammed the wall beside him and made a muffled sound. Traces of blood were dripping down along the fist.