Love at the Wrong Table Emmanuel Lowe Chapter 692
Love at the Wrong Table
Chapter 692
Emmanuel was only unconsciously observing Ashtonâs chest. Unfortunately,
the woman noticed it and bellowed, âYou b*stard!â
The next moment, she snapped as she punched Emmanuel.
As he was seated on a metal chair with his hands cuffed, he could only tip his
head back to dodge the attack.
To his surprise, Ashton was very agile. She placed a hand on the table and
swept her leg at the manâs face. The wind coming with her attack sounded
like the cries of a ghost.
Frankly, he was shocked that the woman seemed determined to kill him
inside a police station.
If he were an ordinary person, he wouldâve lost his life right then and there.
Even if he survived, his brain wouldâve been severely damaged.
So, he lifted a leg in a desperate bid to fend for himself and keep the crazed
woman away from his person.
Ashtonâs combo attack continued mercilessly. The moment she landed on
the ground, she grabbed the manâs collar in an attempt to hurl him away.
Since Emmanuel couldnât break free from the cuffs, he had no choice but to
press his knee against the womanâs bottom, making it impossible for her to
exert any force.
He couldâve pressed his knee against her waist. However, since she was
being rather difficult, he could only lift his knee to such a height. If he hadnât
done so in time, it wouldâve been troublesome when the woman managed to
follow through with her attack.
It was at this moment that he caught sight of a familiar pattern on the
womanâs fair neck.
Whatâs going on? Snake Master and Richie have similar tattoos on their
-bodies. What does that even mean?
âB*stard!â
Ashton was increasingly
ensed, elieving that the man was teasing her
and taking advantage of her. She was so furious that her face turned red.
She released Emmanuel and rained a series of attacks on him using all of her
limbs.
Eventually, he had no choice but to kick the chair away and move backward,
all the while warding her off with his legs.
Ashton became even more infuriated during the process. She was the
wrestling champion for three consecutive years in the police force, the
national boxing champion for two consecutive years, and the new national
mixed martial arts champion this year.
Yet, she couldnât even defeat a suspect. What was even more unacceptable
was that Emmanuelâs hands were cuffed. She would be greatly humiliated if
word got out.
âArgh!â She extended her leg toward the man, trying to defeat him with brute
force.
Emmanuel hastily sidled away.
When Ashton struck the chair behind him, it crumpled instantly. Judging from
the satisfied gleam in her eyes, such action was definitely as easy as an
average person stepping on a soft drink can for her.
Sheâs so ruthless!
Emmanuel was astounded and knew that he couldnât risk underestimating
this woman before him. She looked like she was only in her early twenties.
Although she was only younger than him by a few years, she was already
quite a formidable opponent.
He couldnât help but think that the woman was talented in martial arts.
âWhatâs going on, Ash?â
The ruckus in the room alerted the people outside.
A burly man entered the room along with two subordinates.
âNothing. This b*stard refuses to cooperate and even dares to spout
nonsense. Iâm just trying to teach him a lesson.â
Ashton was widely known to be a hotâtempered person throughout the force.
She had never once thought to restrain herself even in front of a higherâup.
âCalm down, Ash!â The burly man took a look at the deformed chair and
stopped Ashton from attempting to harm Emmanuel further. âYou should
leave. Iâll take over from here.â
âMr. Harvey!â Ashton was unwilling to leave just like that, for she still wanted to
teach the man a lesson.
âGet out!â the burly man ordered sternly.
He was a new inspector who was of a higher rank than Ashton, after all. So, it
didnât matter how haughty she was, she had no choice but to obey a
higherâupâs orders.
Before she left the room, she threatened Emmanuel grimly, âJust you wait!â
Emmanuel found her utterly ridiculous. âYou wanted to bully me, but you
didnât succeed. Why do you make it sound like itâs my fault?â
Ashtonâs temper instantly flared up as she yelled at him, ready to pounce on
the man once more.