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.

Randal gasped and grabbed her by the hair, “You’re calling the cops?”

everyone around them

girlfriend’s so

was thrilled. He looked at Allison, licked his lips, and chuckled, “Just hold on, I’ll play with this girl first before I

disgusted when he heard his lewd remarks. Fear was

He could hardly wait. He snatched the phone out of her

phone on the ground and stomped on it. The screen instantly cracked and blacked out.

give up. Her fingers clawed at Randal’s face,

tough one, Randal. If you can’t handle her, let me do

after I’ve had my fun.

how much she struggled, no matter how loud she screamed, no one paid attention. She was

a loud “crack“.

cursed, touching his face only to find it covered in blood, “You bitch.”

and smashed her head against

from a wound