The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 151

“Ben, you little rascal!” The man in the floral shirt barely moved, causing the woman in his arms to squeal.

Allison felt sick to her stomach. Randal was clutching her waist tightly, half pushing and half pulling her forward as she struggled. The thought of what the two on the couch were doing just made her feel even sicker. Randal’s greasy face leaned in closer, and Allison lifted her leg, giving him a swift kick in the stomach

“Ouch!” Randal cried out in pain.

Allison took the opportunity to bolt towards the door. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed the first number that came to mind

“Help me, please help me…”

Suddenly, she felt a hard blow to the back of her head. Randal grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the floor. She clung to her phone, calling out for help to whoever was on the line. “Help me, call the police; I’m at Red Jack Club in room 402!”

A foot stomped on her fingers.

the hair, “You’re calling the

around them burst out into

such a devil. Your girlfriend’s so ungrateful, she should

licked his lips, and chuckled, “Just hold on, I’ll play with

heard his lewd remarks. Fear

He snatched the phone out of her hand, “You still want help, huh?

ground and stomped on it. The screen instantly cracked and blacked

Her fingers clawed at Randal’s

can’t handle her, let

I’ve had my fun. All of

open. She was like a fish out of water. No matter how much she struggled, no matter how loud she screamed, no one paid attention. She was weak, but she fought back. She grabbed a beer mug from the coffee table and swung

was a loud

only to find it

her by the hair and smashed her head against