"Ma’am, it’s so late, where are you planning to go?"
"I have sothing important to do. I need to go out now!" Sumr Shawcross replied urgently. Even if her idea might not work, she had to give it a try!
"Ma’am, the boss has ordered that you cannot leave here without his permission." The bodyguard blocked Sumr Shawcross, showing no intention of letting her go.
Upon hearing the bodyguard’s words, Sumr felt a bit frustrated and was just about to turn and look for Noah Drexler when a man’s steady voice sounded from behind her.
"Where are you going?"
"I have an urgent matter to attend to!" Sumr turned around, only then noticing he had changed into a different outfit, and his short hair was still a bit wet, as if he had just taken a shower.
Did he rush off just now to take a cold shower?
"Give up the idea of running away; it doesn’t do you any good." Noah Drexler reminded her coldly, with a displeased look on his face.
"I’m not trying to run away. I really have sothing urgent, you can co with !" Sumr hastily explained.
"It’s getting late, take her back to her room to rest." Noah Drexler rely glanced at his wristwatch, then instructed the servants calmly.
"Noah Drexler!" Seeing that he didn’t believe her, Sumr was anxious and gritted her teeth, "Are you really not agreeing?"
"Given your previous record, no way." He glanced at her coldly, replying with a blank expression.
Hearing his words, Sumr was lost for words...
She had used similar excuses many tis in the past.
He would be a fool to believe her...
"Fine, if you don’t let leave today, then I will..." Sumr bit her lip, too angry to think of a solution.
Listening to her words, Noah Drexler looked at her with a face full of interest, curious to know what excuse she could co up with.
Seeing his disdainful expression, Sumr felt unwilling.
So she simply gritted her teeth and said loudly!
"I will take off my clothes!"
She didn’t believe it; could this man still bear it?
She rembered that he wouldn’t even allow her to wear a backless dress before.
Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, the man’s expression changed.
Just as he frowned, Sumr had already reached out, pretending to unzip the dress at her waist.
"Sumr Shawcross, you dare!" The man’s angry voice erupted.
Noah Drexler, sowhat furious, strode over and grabbed Sumr’s wrist, preventing her from moving any further.
With icy eyes, he glanced at the two bodyguards at the door. They both flinched in shock, then hastily turned their backs, absolutely not daring to look this way again.
And the servant nearby revealed a look of amazent.
No one had expected the usually willful Mrs. Drexler, Sumr Shawcross, to not only be unrestrained and childish but now to have the additional flaw of shalessness.
...
After failing to break free of his grip, Sumr had to soften her voice to plead with him, promising, "Noah Drexler, I really have a very important matter to deal with. I swear, once I co back, I’ll agree to whatever you say and be a proper Mrs. Drexler!"
After she finished speaking, Noah Drexler rely snorted coldly, then asked her in return.
"Sumr Shawcross, do you think I would believe you?"
"Really... I swear, if I’m lying, I’ll die a... " Her words weren’t finished when her wrist, which he held, hurt, and his stern voice imdiately followed.
"Shut up!"
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