Chapter 5

　　Angel knew that John would not let Roy go so easily and the time of the day is getting short.

　　However, for Bien, every second is so important that she must do something before it’s too late.

　　John Jiang hasn\'t allowed Angelica Su to leave his sight. Angelica Su must follow wherever he goes, and Angelica Su must also wear his customized maid outfit.

　　Angelica Su held a cup of coffee and handed it to John Jiang.

　　John Jiang took it but he intentionally shook his hand and the coffee was spilled on his black tailored pants.

　　The coffee cup fell on the floor with a crisp sound.

　　“Johnny! Are you hurt?” exclaimed Annalyn Su, as she pushed Angelica Su away fiercely. She hurriedly took some tissue paper and wiped the coffee on his pants.

　　He gestured to stop Annalyn Su and looked at Angelica Su, “Tell her to wipe it.”

　　John’s tone indicated that this was a command. Annalyn Su loved him so much but was also afraid of him. She had to step back and give way. She looked at Angelica Su with jealousy.

　　Since childhood, their mother had always favored Angelica over Annalyn. She showered her with attention, gave her beautiful clothes, sent her to a better school and pampered her like a princess. Growing up, Angelica Su has drawn more attention from boys and was liked by everyone.

　　Annalyn hated Angelica so much.

　　She squeezed her hands and looked at Angelica bitterly.

　　Angelica Su lowered her head and took some paper towels to wipe the coffee that had been spilled on his pants.

　　\"It\'s all dirty, I need to change it.\" John Jiang slowly lowered his eyes and ordered in a deep voice.

　　When she raised her eyes, it met with John Jiang’s cold gaze. “Please take off your pants, President Jiang.”

　　He bowed his head and hooked her John, “Keep in mind that you are my slave now. Do you know what a slave does for her master?”

　　Angelica bit her lips, tears filled her eyes and tried to hold it back so as not to drop one. And in trembling hands starts to untie the belt.

　　“As expected, a slut who is so skillful in unbuckling belts.”

　　John Jiang’s words was clearly full of sarcasm, spread over her head.

　　Angelica Su said nothing, but silently took off his pants.

　　Suddenly, he tripped her foot to make her unstable and lose her balance. To keep herself from falling, she grabbed the closest thing she could, which happened to be his arms

　　She felt a pain in her waist when she was firmly grasped by his powerful hands as she was forced to straddle on his thigh.

　　“Men really find it cheap, these kinds of tactics.”

　　“Mr. Jiang, please let me go.” Angelica frowned with shame as she looked at Annalyn, who was standing across them with fiery eyes, as she resisted John Jiang.

　　He moved his slender hand to the back of her head and pulled her pony-tailed hair fiercely that she had to look up at him.

　　“When you hooked with Roy Jiang, did you use the same trick to get him?”

　　\"I did not--\"

　　Angelica Su turned her face away and twisted her body to get away, but he held her with force.

　　“A whore is a whore, stop pretending to be modest and decent.”

　　His eyes were like sharp blades, and his insulting words seemed to stab her heart.

　　“No matter what you think of me, you don’t have any right to humiliate me in front of Annalyn.” Angelica Su expressed herself emotionally.

　　He threw her at the couch, slowly took off his clothes, showed a starved manhood and opened her skirt, revealing her crotch.

　　“You can humiliate me as much as you want, John Jiang, I really don’t care. The only thing that matters is my son.” She smiled sadly.

　　“Angelica Su, I’m going to destroy your most prized possession.” And he climbed onto her.

　　He curled his lips, his waist was heavy and the tearing pain spread to her body and mind. She couldn’t do anything but frowned her eyebrows, bearing John Jiang most extreme punishment.

　　Just like that, in front of a shocked Annalyn, he took her on the sofa.

　　When it was done, she lay down on the sofa with her arm wrapped around her body and her eyes expressionless.

　　John Jiang has put on his suit and leather shoes. Standing tall like a king, he stood before Angelica Su, raising his hands gracefully as he fastened his cufflink.

　　Then he instructed Angelica Su, “Put on your clothes and come with me.”

　　Without a word, she put on her clothes and straightened them. The pain still lingered inside her, as if she’d been torn apart.