It'll Come Naturally novel Chapter 1293

"I might believe you if you were someone else; But you? I doubt if you have any good intention." Luke said, flashing an evil smile, which made his cool face seem far more sinister and vicious giving off a deathly air. Then his thick hand pinched Michelle's chin so hard as if almost to squish it.

"Ouch! Let go of me, you fucking lunatic! How dare you lay your hand on me! You should go to hell, you asshole! What did I ever do to meet such an idiot like you? Are you trying to kill me?" Michelle yelled out, glaring at Luke with her big and wide eyes. She was so frightened that all the alcohol buzz had left her body.

"Hah! It would be a loss for me to kill someone like you. Get out. Now!" Luke said grimly, opening the guestroom's door to show Michelle out. He couldn't even lay his eyes on her for a minute longer.

"Humph! You ungrateful piece of shit! Don't count on me to save you when you are in danger next time. And when that happens again, I would sit there with my legs crossed watching you beaten to death while I eat chips." Michelle said with her chin up proudly, like a queen walking past Luke. 'What a poker face! Nothing is attractive about you! With neither any muscles like Sylvester Stallone nor a handsome face like Brad Pitt, I really don't know why you're so proud of yourself.' Michelle thought to herself.

Luke glared at Michelle without any retort and then slammed the door after her. The moment Michelle walked out the door, she couldn't help but shrink in humiliation. She just left, running away from that place as fast as her legs could take her as if being chased by a monster.

"Miss, where have you been? We were looking for you everywhere." The guy working for Michelle complained when he saw Michelle walk back into the restaurant.

"Where's the damn one-eyed chicken? Is he still here?" Michelle had no time to explain why she disappeared suddenly. All she cared about was the result of the bet.

"Not any more. He said that you sneaked out first, so the bet ended with your escape. They are in charge of the West Street from now on." One of the men said nervously with his head down.

"What? I escaped? With which eye did he see me escaping? Was I not allowed to have constipation?" Michelle yelled angrily, with her hands resting on her hips. But what she felt more angry about was that Luke insulted her figure. She hated that Luke didn't look at her carefully. She thought that although she was short, she had a curvaceous figure.

"But we searched for you for almost an hour, and we even sneaked into the female washroom secretly. We didn't see you!" One guy murmured, fearing that Michelle would displace her own anger onto him. After all, she was fuming like the devil and nobody could get close to her.

"So what? Wasn't I allowed to use the other restaurant's washroom? Which law says that I couldn't use the restroom of other restaurants? You call that one-eyed chicken shit back here. I can't give Western Street to him this way." Michelle said, losing all the tenderness and cuteness in her personality. What was left was a dark and mean punk from the underworld. This was her character when she didn't follow any rules.

"Ah! Do you still want him back here?" Asked one guy, looking at Michelle with dread. He knew that he would be scolded by her, but he was reluctant to do it.

"Bullshit! Do you think I'd let them have West Street just like that? I'm not some meek and obedient fool!" Michelle said, raising her eyebrow and looking at the guy with keen eyes. But the next minute she turned to the people passing by and began to yell, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a punk before?"

"Let's get out of here! We don't want to get into trouble."

"What's wrong with this young girl? Why does she behave like that at such a young age?"