Sky-High Pampering Plan Of Her Destined Husband

"Help! Help! He's trying to rape me!"

Janet grasped the door frame and shouted desperately.

Ike 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 Ike 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.

Ike 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.

"What the fuck? How dare you hit me?!"

Ike spat out the loose tooth and a mouthful of blood. Touching his stinging cheek gingerly, he flew into a rage.

When he turned to look at the perpetrator, his eyes met that of a fierce man standing over him. The tall, burly man was wearing a black jacket and a black cap. Beneath his cap, his eyes gleamed coldly.

"Ethan!" Wiping her teary eyes, Janet rushed to Ethan as though she had seen her savior.

Ethan met her halfway and stepped in front of her protectively. He took the black cap off of his head and put it on hers. Then, he wiped her tear-stained cheeks with his thumbs and said through gritted teeth, "Get out of here. Now."

"Damn it! Fuck you, you bastard!" Ike angrily got to his feet. With clenched fists, he rushed towards Ethan in a fit of rage.

But before he could land a blow, Ethan caught Ike's fist and twisted it, forcing Ike to the ground. It was like subduing a weak chicken. With dark eyes, Ethan raised his own fist to punch the despicable Ike's face.

Ethan was a force to be reckoned with. After all, he was born ruthless and cruel.

Ike was beaten to a pulp. When Ethan was done, Ike couldn't get up. Two or three of his teeth were knocked out, and blood flowed freely from his nose. Finally, he shrieked, "Let go of me! Please! Someone, help! He's trying to kill me!"

It wasn't until Ike's voice went hoarse that Ethan finally straightened his clothes and stood up. But he wasn't done yet. He kicked Ike's dick and spat coldly, "Do something like this again and I'll cut your balls off."