My Flirtacious Husband

Yorick begged, “Please, Jojo. Please let me off. I beg you-”

But as soon as he realized Johanna had no intention of letting him go, he grimaced and started raising his voice. “What nonsense is this? How dare you do this to your father! I brought you to this world! Without me, you’re nothing!”

“So what if I’d sold you to the club? That’s where you can make quick bucks within a short time. You’re my daughter, so it’s your duty to bring me money while you’re still young. No one would pay money to spend time with you ten years from now when you’re old and haggard like your mom!” he continued throwing a fit as if he had gone bonkers.

Steven, who was merely a young man in his thirties, was dumbfounded by the vicious remarks a father made about his daughter.

Johanna blanched at his words at first but pulled herself together. She aimed at two of Yorick’s fingers on his right hand and chopped them with the chopper.

Blood splattered all over Johanna’s face.

“Ah!” Yorick bellowed in pain, and his body twitched.

“You’re no longer my father since the day you sold me to the nightclub. You hear me?” Johanna then stuck the chopper between Yorick’s remaining fingers, causing the man to shudder in fear.

“If you dare do this to me again, I’ll send you to hell with my own hands!” Johanna threatened.

She got up, wiped the blood off her face, and said to Steven, “Release him, Steven. Let’s go.”

around Johanna’s shoulder before giving her two

fingers, Johanna asked Genevieve, “Are you shocked to see what I did to my father? Do you now think

was on her mind. “Just yesterday,

not expect Johanna to be

know people who gamble compulsively are worse than drug addicts? They would do anything to get their hands on money. Anything.” Johanna’s voice

crazy things gamblers did-” Johanna did not explain further. Perhaps, she had had a

let him off. Just look at what my father did

hearing that, Genevieve could somehow relate

not as far-sighted as Johanna because she was so hopelessly engrossed in

survived the ordeal had

and liked her even more. She gently rubbed Johanna’s shoulder and said, “Let’s go and get lunch. We’ll head

eyes lit up

on her face disappeared seconds later. “But my passport is still

I’ve redeemed you, so don’t worry. But if the club refuses to return the passport, we’ll apply for a

the best, Genev!” Johanna hugged her and rubbed her head against Genevieve’s body. “You’re my

to be