Mr. & Mrs.

Chapter 26: You’re Just a Pimp to Me

Maisy's delicate face instantly blushed. She glared at him sullenly, "Yes, it’s me who took the initiative.

But don't you know to refuse? Don't you know that I lost my mind after being drugged?"

Austin's eyes slightly narrowed. A trace of cruelness flashed under his eyes. His handsome face still

had no expression. His thin lips pressed lightly. He uttered some words indifferently, "I know, so I saved

you."

"You..." Maisy was speechless after being refuted by Austin's indifferent words. She almost pissed off.

She realized that this man was definitely not simple.

She narrowed her eyes. Suppressing the anger in her heart, she searched for some cash from her

handbag, and stuffed it directly to Austin’s hands. She gritted her teeth and said, "Thank you for saving

me. You’re just a pimp for me. It’s your reward for your hard work. By the way, you suck."

Then she pushed the car door open and got out of the car angrily.

Was he suck? Austin looked at the hundred-dollar bill in his hands. His deep eyes narrowed slightly.

His eyes flashed with some complicated expression. His thin lips pressed tightly. No happiness or

anger could be seen.

Immediately he looked up. His keen gaze fell on Maisy's slender back through the car window. His

eyes darkened.

In All in All Bar.

The smell of cigarettes and fine wine was mixed in the air. The music on the dance floor beat the

eardrums. All kinds of men and women were constantly swaying here.

After getting off Austin’s car, Maisy entered this bar. This was her first time to go to the bar. Her

eardrums were torturing by the deafening music.

The noisy atmosphere here was not suitable for her. She didn't like it at all. If it weren't that Alex made

her heartbroken, she would not come here.

At this time, she was sitting at the bar counter and drank a few glasses of wine. Her small and beautiful

face turned red because of wine, like a ripe cherry fruit which was charming and attractive.

She looked being in a trance. Seeing four or five men walking towards her, she suddenly had a bad

feeling. Frowning, she stood up and was about to leave. But one of the men directly blocked her.

The man who was blocking her was in his forties. His body was full of the smell of the alcohol, and the

gold necklace on his neck was extremely conspicuous. With a wretched smile, he put one hand on

Maisy's shoulder, and looked at her with obscene expression. “Beauty, it's so lonely to drink alone.

Let’s drink together."

Maisy twisted her shoulders, staring coldly at the man who put his hand on her shoulder, "Go away. I

don't want to drink with you."

The more she twisted, the tighter the man held her shoulder. His smile was extremely obscene, "Girl,

play with me."

Watching his wretched appearance, Maisy remembered the scene when she was in the hotel. The

anger rose in her heart. She narrowed her eyes, struggled hard, and kicked him in the lower abdomen.

Just when the man was so painful and bending over, Maisy pushed him away and ran out of the bar.

The man who was kicked by Maisy grinned in pain. He roared, "Fuck. Catch that bitch."

"Yes! Mr. Asher." The four men standing behind him immediately chased out.

As soon as Maisy ran out of the bar, she was surrounded by four men chasing after her. One of them

grabbed her wrist.

Seeing this, Maisy panicked. Staring coldly at the man who grabbed her wrist, she struggled, "Let go of

me!"

"You dare to hit Mr. Asher. You are dead meat." The man who grabbed her wrist looked at her grimly

and said, then he dragged her into the bar.