She Killed My Ex

Chapter 8 Antonio's Meddling

Chapter 8 Antonio's Meddling

When Spencer was about to talk, Anderson interrupted him without any trace. His thin eyes flashed and said, "She pissed off Mr. Shawn. See? That bottle of wine on the table," Anderson casually pointed to the whisky on the tea table and said, "Mr. Shawn said, she either drink up the bottle of wine or kiss in public, just play as an after-party."

"Oh." Antonio gave a long "oh", walked slowly towards Caroline, glanced at Bentley on the sofa lazily, and touched his chin like a hippie,

"Mr. Shawn does know how to have fun. Since he wants to see a hot kissing show, he might as well let me be the leading actor. I'm not boasting. If my kissing skill is the second, no one dares to be the first."

As he spoke, in the blink of an eye, with his long arm extended, he pulled Caroline into his arms.

Caroline didn't have time to respond, and her whole body crashed into Antonio's arms. The next second, she felt his warm lips, and her eyes widened.

Did she got kissed?

Boom!

Her face was flushing in one second, from her ears to all her toes.

Antonio was surprised by the pink and soft mouth she had. The touch was so damn good!

Antonio didn't want to kiss her deeply at first. He just wanted to touch her lips lightly as a prank, but he didn't expect to be seduced by the touch on her lips.

He was about to kiss her harder, she was pulled away from his arms by a strong hand.

Antonio did not get the expected benefits and looked at the person who took Caroline away with dissatisfaction. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

"Bentley, give her back to me."

Bentley looked gloomy and her eyes were sharp, "She offended me. No one can take her away until I have calmed down."

Antonio raised his eyebrows and looked at Bentley. They were both enemies and friends, since childhood. Even though he went abroad with his parents and Bentley stayed at home, their relationship did not change.

However, Antonio was curious about the woman Bentley cared for. He glanced at the woman Bentley had pulled behind. Antonio was surprised to find that she was flushed all over her ears.

It suddenly occurred to him that it was the first time this woman was hugged by a man, wouldn't it be her first kiss too?

"Hey, was that your first kiss?"

Boom!

Caroline's face was redder than a monkey's butt. Her ears were so red that they were able to drip blood. There was no need to explain, her flushed face was the answer.

Even Antonio did not notice that he was in a good mood.

Antonio looked at Bentley with a fake smile, "What if I insist to take her away?"

Spencer's whistles came in waves, and he seemed to be eager for the fray and said, "Anderson, grab your phone and record it! Mr. Tucker didn't hesitate to piss off Bentley for the beauty. If this story is sold to a magazine, it will make a big money! It will be the front-page headline tomorrow!"

Anderson poured a glass of whisky for himself, raised his eyebrows, and taunted Spencer, who was excited, "I can guarantee that if you do this, the headline on the front page tomorrow will be the unknown naked corpse reappearing in the Tamdows River."

"Well."

Bentley also saw Caroline's flushed face. Suddenly he felt this shy expression was very annoying.

His sharp and cold eyes fell on her lips. Bentley squinted his eyes, and nobody knew what he was thinking.

Watched by Bentley with such unbridled eyes, Caroline turned her head with embarrassment, trying to avoid this ambiguous line of sight.

Bentley was inexplicably angry. He clenched Caroline's wrist which was strong like a pair of iron tongs. He bent over and carried her on his shoulders like a sandbag. Under the startled eyes of Antonio, Anderson, and Spencer, he strode out of the door.

Antonio was the first to react and got pissed.

"Stop!" Without saying too much, he chased after him.

Spencer's mouth was wide open, he had not digested the fact he saw.

Anderson suddenly stood up from the sofa and said, "This is going to be interesting." Anderson ignored Spencer behind him and followed. Spencer finally came to his sense, and he stood up and said, "Wait for me! How can you enjoy the fun without me? The more, the merrier."

Madison looked pale, and her feet seem to be stuck to the ground by glue, and she couldn't move. All she knew was that it was over. Ms. Jameson was screwed by her this time.

She felt guilty, but she didn't know what to do.

If she told Marissa, she would be screwed. If Marissa knew that it was because of her insolence that caused such big trouble, Madison would never be a waitress here again.

On the one hand, she felt guilty, and on the other hand, she was afraid that she would get in trouble if Marissa knew about this. Madison hesitated and struggled internally.

At last.

"It's okay, it should be fine. Caroline is just a cleaner. Mr. Shawn is just angry. There's no need to embarrass a cleaner. Yes, it should be fine." Madison talked and convinced herself constantly. That this self-deception made her feel less guilty.

Antonio chased him out. Bentley walked in front of him. Suddenly, Bentley turned around, and his long legs crossed a sharp arc. After pushing back Antonio with a kick, Bentley stepped into the nearest elevator.

Antonio wanted to catch up with him again, and the elevator door was right in front of him, closed perfectly!

"Fuck!" It was so close. Antonio was so furious that he hit the elevator door with his fist.

Spencer and Anderson made a good team and arrived at the scene one after another.

Spencer was always looking for a chance to stir up trouble, so he provoked Antonio, "Holy crap, the elevator stopped at the 28th floor!!! Hey, Anderson, look! What does Bentley want? Take a cleaner to the 28th floor?" There were all entertainment clubs from one to the sixth floor of the building,

commonly known as a nightclub. Those who came to Royal Club for consumption were either rich or powerful. People with high status naturally had an elegant style.

Above the 6th floor, there were the hotels.

Why such a design must not need to say, as long as not a fool understood the reason.

Anderson's slim eyes flashed and sneered at Spencer, "The cleaner is also a woman. What's the big deal?"

It was fine without saying this. As soon as Anderson said it, Spencer couldn't help teasing, "Bentley's type is so special, it's too much." Take a cleaning lady to get a room? Spencer smacked his lips and couldn't help shivering as he recalled the figure and appearance of the cleaning lady.

"Shit!" Hearing the words, Antonio hit the elevator door with another punch. Then press the lift button desperately.

"Hey, Antonio, you don't want to catch up, do you? You just returned home and didn't know that the whole 28 floors here are owned by Bentley. You can't get in without a door card."

Antonio's whole face clouded over.

The speed of the elevator was very fast. The elevator door made a "ding" sound. The door suddenly opened. Bentley carried Caroline and quickly stepped out of the elevator, skillfully bypassed the living room, and strode into the bedroom.

Bang!

Caroline only felt a flash in her eyes. The next second, Bentley threw her on the Persian long-hair carpet ruthlessly. Before she could respond, her chin felt a sharp pain, and she was forced to open her eyes. Bentley's beautiful face was close at hand.

"Caroline," the man's cold voice sounded slow, Caroline's body trembled involuntarily, and the man continued, "Caroline, you impressed me today."