Chapter 7

　　John Jiang’s expression was blank, but his fiery eyes were like a weapon ready to strike. His nails were glowing in blue and white as he held the goblet.

　　It flustered them both, being approached by such a woman as Angelica Su. Had she been anyone else, they might not have been able to refuse such a beautiful face.

　　How ever this woman was John Jiang’s and they dared not touch her.

　　His eyes alone told them he was ready to kill.

　　However, Michael Feng suddenly grabbed her hand, smiled at her warmly and said to John Jiang, “John, since you ask her to do it, I hope you won’t regret it.”

　　Angelica Su lost her balance when she was grabbed and fell into Michael ’s deep and broad arms.

　　She instinctively resisted, but he held her tight.

　　John Jiang twitched his lips, pursing his thin lips with a sneer. \"Why would I regret it?\"

　　His magnetic voice was a little muffled, as if he was holding back something.

　　Angelica Su smiled desperately. She was no longer resisting. She hooked Michael Feng \'s neck and said softly in his ear. \"Sir, let\'s go to another place.\"

　　\"Okay.\" Michael put his arm around her shoulder, and walked out of the private room.

　　In John Jiang\'s eyes, she was just a nobody. He could get rid of her anytime he wanted. Why would he pity her?

　　When Michael led her out, she glanced at John sadly. She wasn’t comfortable with it. Her heart felt so much pain.

　　He is not John Jiang, he is the demon who’d send her to hell.

　　Ronnie Chen and Peter Xiao wanted to persuade Mike Feng, but Michael Feng didn’t give them a chance and left the private room holding Angelica Su.

　　\"Johnny, Mike is joking with you, he won\'t touch Angelica Su...\"

　　\"A slut, is anyone really surprised?\" John Jiang interrupted Ronnie Chen, and drank the Lafite in the goblet.

　　“That’s it. That’s not the kind of woman Brother John wants.”

　　Peter Xiao quickly agreed, and poured another glass of wine for John Jiang.

　　Irritated, John pulled his tight tie loose and got up.

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　　The car was warm, but Angelica Su was feeling cold. It seemed her whole body had become numb.

　　She wrapped her arms around herself and looked at the neon lights ahead.

　　Michael Feng handed her a cup of hot milk tea he had bought, “Take this. It will make you feel better.”

　　Angelica Su sniffed, looked at the time on the vehicle, and shook her head. \"I don\'t need a drink.\" She slowly unbuttoned her jacket. Her eyes met his eyes, \"Go ahead, I don\'t want to waste time.\"

　　Michael Feng blushed, he turned his eyes away, and put on her coat, \"Don\'t worry. I have no intention of doing anything to you.”

　　Though surprised, a trace of gratitude flashed across her black eyes. She looked at Michael Feng and asked, \"Then what are you taking me out for?\"

　　\"I just want to help you out. To be honest, I can\'t stand John embarrassing you like this.\"

　　Angelica Su was slightly relieved and she smiled sadly.

　　\"Is there anything I can do to help?\" Michael was aware she was in trouble.

　　\"Thank you, you can\'t help me.\" Angelica Su was about to get out of the car, his arms stretched out to her.

　　Michael Feng grabbed her, \"I can help.\"

　　Angelica Su looked at his determined eyes, and an eagerness developed in her heart.

　　\"Do you really think you can help me?\"

　　Michael nodded, and smiled. \"Tell me everything.\"

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　　They returned to the clubhouse.

　　Angelica Su got out of the car, followed by Mike Feng.

　　She went straight to the bathroom, looked at herself in the mirror and washed her hands. She looked at her pale face with anxiety in her heart.

　　Can Michael Feng really help her?

　　She blankly looked at herself in the mirror, her anxiety crawling between her eyebrows.

　　Suddenly, a figure from behind caught her sight, and her heart tightened.

　　When she turned around the light went off and the bathroom was in total darkness.

　　Her waist was grasped strongly enough that she couldn’t do anything.

　　She was pressed against the sink and a familiar mint breath lingered over her.

　　Her jaw was clamped with one hand. A voice like of a demon crawling out of hell mocked her. “Angelica Su, you are a cheap slut.”

　　Angelica’s face was contorted in pain as he sank himself into her once again.