Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 700

At first, Charles only thought of her as an innocent and slightly foolish woman whom he could discuss marriage with.

Never did he expect her to be so tough in such situations. Evidently, he had underestimated her.

With a grim expression, Charles turned to leave the surveillance room, only to have Jessamyn stand up and get in his way again.

“Why do you care so much about her when you don’t even like her? This is her decision. You should respect it.”

“Get lost.”

Jessamyn was stunned. Although Charles had been indifferent to her for the past few days, he had never snapped at her. Is he actually mad?

While she was thinking about that, Charles suddenly reached out and grabbed her by the neck.

His grip was so tight that Jessamyn’s face flushed red. No matter how hard she tried to remove his hand, her strength was no match for the man.

“D-Do you really have the guts to k-kill me?”

Considering Jessamyn’s status as the daughter of the Cloud family and the fact that they were in the surveillance room of Seduction Bar, with the employees as witnesses, she was confident that Charles wouldn’t dare to cause her any harm.

She was correct in her assumption that Charles wouldn’t harm her in public. However, little did she know that it wouldn’t stop him from tightly gripping her neck.

With a gaze filled with fury, Charles leaned close to her, his breath brushing against her ear as he spoke in a low and menacing tone. “Don’t test me. There is a limit to my patience. In the past, I’ve been called a lunatic, a monster, and worse. When I lose control, I don’t behave like a normal human. If you truly wish to witness that side of me, I’ll gladly grant your request,” he warned.

Those simple sentences were infused with hostility, and the viciousness in his eyes made one wonder if he actually meant what the said. Anyone who met his gaze would surely tremble with fear.

As Charles loosened his grip around her neck, Jessamyn slumped to the ground with fear as if she was drained of her strength. It took her a long time to regain her composure.

This man’s so scary…

In the footage, Whitney could be seen swinging the broken wine bottle, making a few cuts on a few men who were trying to get near her. The situation was getting out of control.

Without wasting another second, Charles swung the door open and left to the private room based on the number displayed on the screen.

Meanwhile, Whitney’s voice could be heard from VIP Room 0555.

“G-Get lost! Don’t come near me! I’ll kill you!”

Her eyes were bloodshot, and her face, which was stained with blood had a look of determination.

She had underestimated the audacity of the drunken men.

Whitney only wanted to earn some money by providing simple entertainment, but instead of seeking harmless amusement, they wanted to exploit her vulnerability for their own gain.

Almost completely depleted of her energy and trapped by a locked door, the possibility of escape seemed distant and unattainable to her at that moment.

Am I going to be taken advantage of just like that?

Quiet tears poured from her eyes that were widened with fear. She waved the broken bottle in front of her, putting up one last fight.

Charles had just agreed to go on a date with me tomorrow. Will he still want me if he finds out I’m no longer a virgin? I’ve been pursuing him for five years. I can’t accept this.

Smack!

While she was lost in her thoughts, the middle-aged man swatted the bottle out of her hand.

Immediately after that, the men rushed over to grab her arms and legs, pinning her down on the messy table.

Some of them tore her clothes apart, while some tugged at her hair.

“How dare you run, b*tch? It’s an honor for you to service me, don’t you know that? Shameless b*tch!”

Hopelessness washed over Whitney when she realized she could not move.

“I’d rather die than let you guys humiliate me!”

She wanted to take her life right there and then.

As if reading her thoughts, the disgusting man ordered, “She’s trying to harm herself! Stuff her mouth. She has to finish her job before we take her to the suburbs to kill her.”

Right then, someone gripped Whitney’s face and stuffed a large ball of napkins into her mouth, stopping her from biting her tongue.

The middle-aged man burst out laughing and began undoing his belt and pants.

Before he could fulfill his twisted desires, however, the door was suddenly kicked open.

A resounding bang echoed through the room as Charles positioned himself by the door, emanating a chilling and menacing aura. “What do you think you’re doing?”