No One But You novel Chapter 93

I waited at the door for a moment.

Someone was talking me behind my back. Though the voice was small, I could hear a little.

They said I was a millennium fox and used only three days to let Brooke get divorced to marry me.

In fact, they said nothing wrong. But the title of millennium fox was a compliment to me.

I was not charming enough to let Brooke be obsessive to me.

Secretary Frank came about and took me with him.

"Why? Is there a dog behind you?" I wriggled out of his hand and looked into Brooke's office. "What's wrong?"

"Someone's in Mr. Brooke's office."

“Who?” How scared he was. Who could scare Secretary Frank like that?

"His ex-wife." He pulled me into an office. "Mrs. Josephine, you'd better come in later, in case you meet her."

I blinked. Oh, it was the ex-wife of Brooke, the woman who blew me up on my wedding day.

Seriously, I really wanted to meet her. She almost blew me up, and Brooke didn't do anything to her.

So, he was ambiguous about the woman.

However, seeing Secretary Frank was so scared, I gave him some credit.

I sat in the office and asked Secretary Frank to spy on her and see if she was ready to go.

Then I lowered my head and wiped the mobile phone. There was a fool in my circle of friends, who sent his own articles every few days. It was bullshit, but he thought he was a literary master. Every time after reading his article, I would be speechless.

I was laughing at his poem and then I heard the sound of high heels approaching me.

I said ‘shit’ in heart, and then I looked up and saw a woman with a strong momentum.

She was in her late twenties, with long curly hair, rosy lipstick, a tight white dress, and an overcoat draped over his shoulders.

She stopped in front of me, piercing her eyes at me.

I thought I already knew who she was, so I wasn't surprised.

She was Brooke’s ex-wife, but I didn't know her name.

Her eyes were aggressive and she made no secret of her dislike for me.

I got up and was ready to say something to her, at least introduce myself.

She suddenly raised her hand and slapped me hard in the face.

I didn't expect she would beat me without saying a word. I was beaten.

And this woman hit me hard. She must often lift iron or do push-ups.

I feel like my head was dizzy and my whole face was numb.

She hit me and I forgot to hit her back. I was still stunned but more slaps fell on me.

She slapped me four times in the face, and I finally grasped her wrist without any mistake.

Then I fought back. I was not weak. I did not have time to exercise, but I was a reporter. High intensity of work trained my super physical quality. I had muscles on my arm!

When I was about to give her the third slap, I saw her lift her foot high and wanted to kick me in the stomach.

This woman was evil .to do this.

I was alert enough to get away quickly.

At that moment, Brooke rushed in and pulled the woman down.

"Joanna! Stop it!"

Oh, I remembered now. Her name was Joanna Doyle. It was mentioned in the media.

Brooke gave me a quick look. "Go out and ask Secretary Frank to apply medicine for you."

Shit, I only hit her twice, there were two left

It was good that Brooke was now pulling her.