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 burst out

woman cooed, “Randal, you’re such a devil. Your girlfriend’s so ungrateful, she should be thankful you

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

heard his lewd remarks. Fear was spreading like wildfire

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

and stomped on it.

she didn’t give up. Her fingers clawed at Randal’s

one, Randal. If you can’t handle her,

your way with her after I’ve had my fun.

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

a

to find it covered

the hair and smashed her head against

for Allison. Warm blood was trickling down from a wound on her forehead. Her eyes