Chapter 309 The Widow
Pearce took off his glasses that symbolized elegance, revealing a pair of slender and wretched eyes as he slowly squatted down. “Slut, you are really beautiful. Your face is so exquisite. You are even more beautiful than those female stars.”
He forcefully patted Yvette’s shoulder, his saliva almost dripping down. He couldn’t wait to say, “Let’s not waste time.”
As he spoke, he stretched out his arm and dragged her onto the sofa in the lounge.
“Help! Help!”
Yvette desperately cried out, her fingers tightly grabbing onto the carpet. Her nails began to bleed because of her actions.
“Bitch!”
Pearce gave her a vicious kick
“If you keep screaming, I will kick you to death, you bitch!”
Yvette felt a sharp pain coming from her waist. She held her waist and did not give up shouting.
Pearce grabbed her hair in a hurry and wanted to press her face into the sofa cushion.
Yvette felt that her scalp was about to be torn apart. Her hair was torn out. She was in so much pain that she shed tears.
But the pain made her dizzy mind become clearer.
As she cried, she pleaded softly, “Mr. Horton, Mr. Horton, I’m begging you. Don’t hit me. I am afraid of pain. I will be obedient and listen to you.”
At this moment, Yvette’s face was flushed, and her eyelashes were wet. She looked lovable and beautiful.
Pearce felt aroused. He took off his pants and was about to do something to Yvette. At the same time, he was saying dirty words.
“Beautiful, cutie. You should be obedient earlier. I will make you happy later.”
Pearce bent down and licked his two thick lips. His eyes were full of evilness. He looked disgusting.
Yvette knew that she only had one chance, and her physical strength could only support her to try one time.
She suddenly took something from her clothes.
Poof.
She took out a small bottle and sprayed fog into Pearce’s eyes.
“Ah!”
Pearce swung his fist randomly, screaming and crying.
“Bitch! What did you spray into my eyes?”
Fortunately, Yvette usually put pepper spray in her bag, and also hung one on her neck, just in case.
This time, it helped her.
She shrank her head and dodged Pearce’s fist. Then, she kicked Pearce off the bed with her knee.
Pearce was rolling on the ground with his hand on his abdomen. Also, he was constantly groaning and cursing.
“Ah. Fuck. I’m going to kill you.”
Yvette rolled and crawled to the door, using all her strength to pick up a chair and throw it at the door lock.
“Bang!”
She didn’t smash it open for the first time.
Behind her, Pearce seemed to have come to his senses and kept scolding, “1, I will kill you.”
It was extremely urgent!
Slap!
Yvette slapped herself hard to wake herself up. She picked up a chair and continued to smash the door lock.
Bang!
Finally, after she smashed the door twice, the door opened.
And Pearce had already come behind Yvette, clutching his lower abdomen.
He bared his teeth and held Yvette’s shoulder with his hand.
“Ah!”
Yvette screamed and turned to kick Pearce again.
Pearce was kicked to the ground.
Fortunately, Pearce wasn’t that strong, so Yvette could kick him down easily.
She ran out desperately.
Fortunately, they were in a hotel. To avoid suspicion, Pearce didn’t let anyone guard the door.
However, there was no one in the hotel at this time, especially on the floor of the lounge. Because it was a temporary lounge, not a place to stay, there was not even a waiter.
Yvette recalled where the elevator was. At this time, she went dizzy again. She stared at the elevator as it went upward.
“Bitch!”
The creepy scream made Yvette’s hair stand on end.
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