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?”

With that, everyone around them burst out into laughter,

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

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

Allison felt extremely disgusted when he heard his lewd remarks. Fear was spreading like wildfire inside her.

Randal impatiently looked at Allison. He could hardly wait. He snatched the phone out of her hand, “You still want help, huh? Alright then.”

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

The hope in Allison’s eyes seemed to die out, but she didn’t give up. Her fingers clawed at Randal’s face, only to earn herself a slap, “You bitch!”

“She’s a tough one, Randal. If you can’t handle her, let me do it.”

“Get lost. I’ll let you have your way with her after I’ve had my fun. All of you can have your fun tonight.”

Allison’s clothes were ripped open. She was like a fish out of water. No matter how much 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 coffee table and swung

There was a loud “crack“.

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

Annoyed, he grabbed her by the hair and smashed her head against the coffee table.

Everything went black for Allison. Warm blood was trickling down from a wound on her forehead. Her eyes started to glaze overProperty © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Randal was eagerly trying to undo her jeans, but the buttons were too tight. He ripped them open, then started to unbuckle his belt. Allison’s eyelashes were trembling, she seemed to have lost all hope.

The woman closed her eyes.

Just then.

A loud “bang‘ echoed throughout the room Someone was kicking the door from outside the room.

“Who the hell?” Randal looked up.

Everyone else in the room stopped what they were doing.

Someone cursed and went to check who it was, “Who the hell dares to interrupt me?”

“Who the hell are you?”