My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

"Help! Help! He’s trying to rape me!"

Janet grasped the door frame and shouted desperately.I held her waist tightly and dragged her into the room.

Despite struggling with all her might, helpless tears rolled down her cheeks.She kept shouting until her voice grew hoarse.

However, no one responded to her pleas.

Then, a flicker of hope ignited in her heart when she caught a glimpse of a waiter pushing a dining cart down the corridor in the distance.

Hoping against hope that the waiter could help her, she shouted with all of her might, "Help! This man’s trying to rape me! Please help me! Call the police! Please!"

The waiter paused and glanced at her as she called to him desperately.

However, his eyes were cold, and he then proceeded to walk away as though he hadn’t seen or heard anything, disappearing behind the corner of the corridor.

"Shut up already.People here won’t meddle in our business even if they see it.After all, they’ve seen too much of it.So be a good girl and do as I say.Maybe I’ll even be nice to you later."

As I spoke, he eyed Janet’s exposed waist hungrily.He couldn’t wait to kiss her bare skin.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a heavy blow to his face and he fell backwards onto the floor.I was shocked.

His face stung and, as the taste of metallic blood filled his mouth, he could tell that one of his teeth was broken.

the fuck? How dare

loose tooth and a mouthful

stinging cheek gingerly,

look at the perpetrator, his eyes met that of a fierce man

was wearing a black jacket and a

his cap, his

"Ethan!"

Janet rushed to Ethan as though she had seen her

of her protectively.He took the black cap off

her tear-stained cheeks with his thumbs

it! Fuck you, you bastard!" I angrily got

towards Ethan in a fit

blow, Ethan caught I’s fist and twisted it, forcing

subduing a

own fist to punch the

force

he was born

beaten to

done, I couldn’t

knocked out, and blood

Please! Someone, help!