The CEO’s Pet Cat

The mood in the room became tense as Bruce glared angrily across at Asher, wanting to slaughter him immediately.

“Since you two are making the wrong decision, you will pay for your wrong decision!” With that, Bruce stepped back with a lift of the table.

Five large men saw the first signs of trouble and immediately drew their pistols, which were hanging on the wall behind the hanging pictures, and fired at the table.

Luckily, Nangong asked to dodge in time so that he didn’t get shot by the bullet. On the one hand, Nangong Man was surprised at Bruce’s speed of turning over, and on the other hand, he had already expected that this matter would definitely not be resolved peacefully, so he pulled up the angry Asher and dashed towards the door.

How can two hands defeat four fists, and how can unarmed hands defeat a high speed bullet? Just as Asher and Namgung asked for the first door, the fighters outside had surrounded the entire room.

Asher and Namgung asked to be caught anyway.

“I told you, just listen to me well, it seems that the two of you will have to live in the United States permanently, and China may not return later.”

Asher and Namgung asked being pointed at their heads by several large men with pistols, angrily staring at Bruce who was grinning grimly to one side.

“Forget it, seeing as you won’t be resisting like this, let’s let you get some rest. Take it down!” Bruce ordered the men around him to take Asher and Namgung ask away, while he himself turned and walked to the room.

Drops of water dripped from the gloomy room hitting Asher’s face, and Asher hazily opened his eyes to look around him.

A day had passed since being locked up by Bruce.

Asher was now hanging from a rack, unable to move his hands. The clothes on his body had been reduced to a few strips of cloth from the tearing and beating, his firm muscles exposed to the air, and the bruises still lingering at the corners of his mouth.

“How’s it going? Still alive?” A Chinese speaking man walked in, carrying a bucket of water in his hand to throw on Asher’s body.

Asher knew from yesterday’s torture that this was a Chinese man, a hit man for one of the directors of the Centurion Group, now sent over on the task of watching over Asher.

Asher’s otherwise blurry eyes opened in confusion at the splash of cold water.

In front of him stood an undersized Chinese man with a scar on his face, the man who had beaten Asher to the point where he was now.

“I say you, stay in China and nothing will happen, you have to come to America to suffer like this, I really don’t know what you think”, the Chinese hitman said with a sneer as he put the bucket of water in his hand aside and sat down on a slightly worn out chair.

Asher’s eyes were still misty, his lips were dry and starting to molt, and Asher now looked weak as hell due to the long hours of torture.

“I think …” Asher’s weak voice filled the air like the tiny speck of dust without the slightest hint of life.

“What did you say? Speak up!” The man with to eight said impatiently.

“I think …” Asher’s voice was still as small as a mosquito’s flight.

The scarred man listened impatiently, how he couldn’t hear anything clearly. Just leaned his ear to Asher’s lips.

“What did you say? Speak up, I can’t hear you.”

A sudden light flashed across Asher’s tired face as the scarred man approached Asher. Asher opened his mouth wide and bit the scarred man’s ear as hard as he could.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

The man was in pain from the bite and was about to open his mouth and start screaming when Asher immediately slammed his own head into the scarred man’s head and in the pain and blood flow, the scarred man passed out on top of Asher and from a distance it looked as if Asher was whispering something like the man.

Asher pulled the dagger from the scarred man’s waist with difficulty with his mouth and raised his head to cut the ropes on the hands tied to his head one at a time.

“Bah,” Asher spat the dagger out of his mouth, rubbed his tied and sore wrists, looked around at the clear form, grabbed the cut rope and tied the fainted Chinese to the racking pole and walked to the door.

There was no one else in the room but himself and the man who had fallen to the floor, and Asher carefully stuck his head in the doorway to find the guard at the door alone, lazily seeming to wait for the man inside to come out. The man seemed impatient and glanced at the doorway before walking over.

Asher hastily withdrew his head and scanned the room before fixing his eyes on the chair in the doorway.

“What are you doing ?” An American with a gun at his waist pushed open the door and walked in, seeing that the man tied to the rack was still there and his companion was not, and with a grumbling sweep was going out.

Suddenly Asher jumped out from behind the door and kicked the American man to the ground, sitting on top of him.

The American man panicked for a moment and reached for the pistol on his belt, Asher picked up the chair and slammed it down hard on the American man’s head, finally knocking him out.

When the American man stopped responding, Asher pulled the pistol from his waist, ripped off his jacket and hat, and tied them to the rack as well before heading out the door.

Upon exiting Asher realized that the air here was very humid and almost no sunlight was pouring in. The corridor was curvy, turning almost all the way around, and to the right of the curved path was a room that, surprisingly, was empty all the way around except for his own.

“You better listen to me and quit early if you have the sense to do so, maybe I can save your life, or you’ll have to suffer!” A smashing sound came from the end of the corridor, Asher’s nerves tightened as if he sensed something slowly leaning over.

“No! How can you do this to deserve the cultivation that grandpa has given you all these years, let’s not talk about whether what grandpa did was right or not, but just being a human being should at least have some gratitude in return, right? You’ve seen how grandpa treated Mr. Green, even your success in becoming a board member was because grandpa was helping you, how can you do this?”

Mia sat on the floor with her hands tied behind her back and angrily scolded Bruce.

“I don’t care about that, in any case, you either quit the board or die here. That old man should have given up the president’s seat a long time ago, and actually sat there until now and refused to let go, if not for the sudden appearance of a you, I would have been sitting alone on the board!”

The pistol in Bruce’s hand was pointed at Mia, who was sitting on the floor, her eyes filled with red blood and her angry expression was like a demon from hell.

Mia looked straight at Bruce without condescension, no fear in her eyes at all. There was no way out for her, in short it was she couldn’t let anyone hurt Grandpa, and the Centurion Group that he had created!

“What a stubborn woman!” A pale voice came from behind Bruce, such a very irritating Mia.

“Hey, don’t bother wasting time with her, Bruce, let’s go, just let our subordinates sort her out.”

“Yes, father-in-law.” Bruce withdrew the pistol from his hand, sneered at Mia, and turned towards the door.

“You’ll regret this,” Bruce looked contemptuously at Mia on the floor with a grim smile the moment he was about to step out the door.

“Bah, not a big deal!” Mia remained unapologetic. For such scum, Mia just felt sick to her stomach at the sight of it.

After about four or five minutes, the footsteps in the hallway were inaudible and a tall American man with a pistol pushed his way in.

“Miss Mia, I’m sorry, the boss has ordered me to kill you, just bear with me, it will pass in a moment.” The American man grinned hideously and pointed his pistol up at Mia’s head.

“I won’t let you die too embarrassingly.”

“Do it, cut the crap!”

Mia felt the moment the pistol was pointed at her head, she saw Asher again, he was smiling towards her, saying towards her, “Mia , come back soon, you still owe me a wedding.”

Mia’s eyes slowly closed and tears came to her eyes, “I’m sorry Asher, I’ll see you in the next life. I would love to be your bride again in the next life if I can.”

The American man’s index finger stretched slowly, and with one final push, he could easily send this one beautiful Chinese woman in front of him to heaven.

“Mia!”

Asher didn’t see anything as he followed the voices, only a figure shifting in a hidden door, so he approached, but to his surprise he saw Mia with a robbery pointed at her head as he grabbed the door!

The American man was startled by the sudden rush in, and with a lull in his hand, the machine plate gouged down.

“No! No, Mia!” Asher thought nothing of it and leapt on top of Mia, and the two of them rolled some distance away by the force of the impact. Due to the force of the impact, the American holding the gun aside was also knocked out of the way by Asher.

“Asher!”

Mia thought she was dreaming until she was rescued by Asher. It was so exciting, happy and aggravating to have the person she had been holding onto several times a day appear in front of her like that …

“Mia , are you okay?” Asher looked at the little woman of his soul in shock, with a worried look on his face, don’t get hurt!

“Asher…” Mia jumped headlong into Asher’s arms and hugged him tightly, all the sadness, aggravation, and longing … for these days were disillusioned into tears at this moment.

Asher held the little one in his arms with more strength, the thoughts and worries made him afraid that if he let go of this little woman he would leave him again, he would hold her tight and never let her go again!

Suddenly, the person in Asher’s arms, moved with a shudder and struggled out of her arms, looking incredulously at the sticky red liquid in her hands.

“Asher, you’re hurt?” Mia’s trembling hands were covered in red liquid and she looked at Asher with surprise all over her small face.

“It’s just a little bruise, it’s okay”, Asher took Mia’s hand in his thick palm, a doting tenderness in his eyes, “As long as you’re okay, it’s okay.”