Chapter 972

"Get out of the way!" Juanita waved her hands about and kicked her

legs as hard as she could.

But the man's strength was so great that all her struggles were in vain.

"Struggle harder, little beauty, and scream louder. Better call everyone

here. So they can see us making out, and then tell the whole world

about what we do. The more people know about it, the better! In this

way, you will have to marry me."

Mr. Clark grinned lasciviously, groping all over her body with his hands.

"You're dreaming!" Juanita's eyes were holding tears, and she was

almost crying out.

On the other end of the phone, Karl couldn't take it anymore. He almost

flew out of the House of Inspection and went straight to the venue

where Juanita was.

“Mr. Clark, you must be so tired of your goddamn life!"

Overwhelming anger ran up from his chest, as if there was a blazing

fire burning in his body.

He could barely retain his sanity.

Damn, it would take him at least ten minutes to get there from where he

was, and Mr. Clark had already made his move on Juanita! What

should he do?

Just when Mr. Clark pressed Juanita's tender shoulders hard, and his

disgusting mouth was already so close to Juanita...

"Ah!" Suddenly, a miserable scream rang out.

Immediately after, Juanita felt the weight lift up from her body, and the

oppressive feeling just now no longer existed.

"Clang!" With a loud sound, Mr. Clark was violently thrown out, and his

fat body directly smashed into a sofa.

He was in so much pain that he felt like all his bones were falling apart

and he was lying on the ground grunting.

"Who is it? How dare you spoil my day!" Mr. Clark rubbed his neck

while struggling to get up.

Who could the fool be? Everyone knew him here and just how dared

anyone throw him up like that?

Juanita raised her head and saw that it was Joyce. She finally felt

relieved and she was no longer nervous or afraid.

“It's me, Mr. Clark. We meet again.”

Joyce smiled graciously.

Only, in her pair of eyes, there seemed to be an uncontrollable anger.

The first time she met Mr. Clark at Otis’ poker table, she knew he was a

pervert with an evil heart.

She just didn't expect that Mr. Clark would have the guts to go after

Juanita.

"Ms. Knowles?" said Mr. Clark, his jaw dropping.

How could he ever forget Zora Knowles and her unparalleled beautiful

face?

However, after he knew how fiery this Ms. Zora was, how good she was

with her darts and how much Otis wanted this woman, he dared not

even think of having this woman.

He also just wanted to take advantage of a soft girl like Juanita.

"Ms. Knowles, do you know each other? Do you have get into my own

business?" Mr. Clark said in a disgruntled manner.

"Does it matter to you whether we know each other or not? Do you

even know what you are doing?" Joyce wrapped her arms around her

chest and said icily.

"Ms. Knowles, since you are Otis’ woman, shouldn't you be on my

side?" Mr. Clark questioned sternly, “Do you know how important I am

to Mr. Robertson? What do you get by offending me and having me tell

what happened today to Mr. Robertson? You'd better think it over!"

"Which one of your eyes saw that I am Otis’ woman?" Joyce held back

her anger and hooked a chair beside her with her foot.

With a strong kick, the chair flew straight to Mr. Clark.

The angle was precise and very tricky.

Mr. Clark was shocked, and it was so fast that he was unable to dodge,

so he had to raise his hand to block the chair.

"Clang!"

The chair almost broke on the spot.

He felt as if his arm had broken and was numb and senseless from the

pain.

Damn woman! She was just too good at fighting, and he knew he

couldn't beat her. He didn't want to make things worse either, and had

to put up with this today.