The President’s Stubborn Love

Vic was furious and was about to slap Sherry.

Sherry’s heart was in the right place, but there was no hiding.

The slap didn’t come down, however, and she was held behind him with a tug on her body.

“Eral, Vic was drunk and accidentally fell and broke his head, take it to the hospital and patch it up properly.” Aaron so ordered.

In one sentence, Sherry’s responsibility was taken off cleanly.

The followers next to him were too afraid to make a sound, only to watch Vic grimace and shout as he was helped out.

Sherry’s hands shook a little and tears fell, which she wiped away harshly.

But not noticing that his wrist was still covered in broken glass, he raised his hand and his wrist was firmly in his grip.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Sherry struggled backwards but didn’t break free.

A hint of disdain flashed under her eyes, her fingers clenched into fists and she lifted her head, staring straight at the man in front of her, “Mr. Swift better not touch me, lest, you get your hands dirty.”

Isn’t that what he brought her here for?

He could have given her away without mercy in order to achieve cooperation.

Heh …

The sarcastic smile on her face grew deeper.

Aaron stared at her for a long time without speaking.

But for some reason, the look on her face, disappointed with the whole world, made him uncomfortable.

“I’ve arranged for someone to come over, it’s you just …”

Halfway through his sentence, Sherry’s face had gone all but sunken.

She snorted disdainfully, “Did I rush up there on my own?”

The man frowned and was about to say something when Eral handed the phone over, “Mr. Swift.”

Sherry sneered and shook off his hand, turning to walk out.

Her wrist had just been twisted and hurt badly, and her skin had been cut by glass ballast, tiny cuts that looked like a smiley face, mocking her.

“Sherry, Mr. Swift wants you to get the folder from the car, here are the keys.”

A waiter suddenly came up beside him and handed over the keys.

Sherry just glanced at it and casually responded, “Yeah.”

She took the keys and walked out in a big way.

The waiter watched her walk away and immediately turned into the next safe passage and took out his mobile phone, “She’s gone down.”

Aaron put his phone down and by the time he led Eral out of the elegant room again, Sherry was nowhere to be seen.

The man’s brow locked as he glanced down the other side of the corridor.

“Mr. Swift, could Sherry have gone back to the car?”

Just as he finished speaking, the clubhouse manager hurried over, “Mr. Swift, it seems your assistant was taken away by Vic’s car.”

Aaron’s face suddenly went cold as he spat out one word in a fierce voice, “Chase.”

The club manager watched as Aaron led the men out after him, slowly stopping in his tracks and sighing.

At this time, the warehouse in the underground car park.

Sherry’s head was covered with a black cloth and her hands and feet were tied.

Some figures could be dimly seen and heard in front of the eyes.

“Gone?”

“Well, take her up there and make it clean.”

Then someone grabbed her.

Sherry swayed and nearly fell on top of the man.

“Be careful!”

Then she was held upright and her shoulders were clutched vigorously.

The man threatened in a harsh voice, “Go quickly or you won’t see the sun tomorrow.”

Next, Sherry was obedient throughout and was taken upstairs to her room, knowing full well that she was still in this clubhouse, where there were people and surveillance everywhere, yet these people had the audacity to bring her up in such a grand manner.

Looks like they went to a lot of trouble to get rid of her.

Either let her be insulted by that Vic, or catch her here.

“Take all her clothes off, quick.”

There are people inside.

“Get a grip.”

The black cloth was removed from Sherry’s head, and the blinding light was so bright that she couldn’t open her eyes at once.

One, two … five men, all of them wearing masks and unable to see their faces.

Sherry was pushed down onto the bed and sat down while someone pointed a knife at her.

“Off.”

Sherry looked at them and suddenly spoke, “Garcia Family, how much did you get paid?”

Those people obviously didn’t expect that the woman who was so scared that she didn’t dare to utter a single word just now, would dare to face them with a calm face and provoke them so directly?

The man in the lead scolded harshly, “Bitch, I told you to take it off! Cut the crap.”

With that tone of voice, he was definitely a landlubber and a gangster.

Sherry’s smile continued, “That’s funny, the Garcia Family doesn’t think about the consequences of making deals with people like you?”

She wasn’t sure at first that the Garcia Family had brought these people in, but when she said that.

One of the masked men looked visibly at the man in the lead.

It means that she guessed it all right.

“What do you care about her? Hurry up and do your business!” Another voice sounded as someone came out of the bathroom.

He also wore a mask on his face and as soon as he appeared, the men stopped making noise, some turned on their cameras and some started to approach Sherry.

Clearly, this man is the real boss.

Sherry’s excitement from earlier had completely failed.

The men were getting closer and closer and her jacket was thrown to the ground without any effort.

“No!”

“Do it.”

There was a chortle and the men moved faster.

Like a puppet at the mercy of someone, Sherry is forced to face the camera as the clothes on her body, too, become less and less.

When the blinding light came on, she even forgot to struggle and duck.

The Garcia Family is just a way to make Aaron sick of her, and isn’t that what she wants?

If her pictures got out and her reputation was ruined, a man like Aaron, who cherished his feathers, would not be able to control her anymore.

The whole person just sat there in a daze, as if completely lost in thought.

“Brother, she …”

Someone noticed that something was wrong with Sherry and looked back at the man in the lead.

“What do you care about her so much, come on.”

The man spoke and lit a cigar.

Then after that, a footstep sounded in the corridor and the door banged open.

Aaron’s bodyguards and the security guards here all rushed in.

The punks barely had a chance to fight back before they were already subdued on the ground.

With a cold, angry face, Aaron took a few steps to Sherry and threw his jacket over her in its entirety.

The opening words were an angry rebuke, “Can’t you run? Aren’t you clever? Can’t you see such tricks?”

He said so, and with force under his hands, he yanked Sherry right off the bed.

He thought Sherry would cry, or, perhaps, talk back to him.

The only thing I didn’t expect was that Sherry looked like she was possessed, her whole body was dazed and dazed, her eyes were dazed …

That look, seared into the man’s eyes, instantly reminded him of the accident back then, Monica, who had looked like that when he had rushed there after being insulted.

A pair of eyes so empty that it seems as if the whole world is deserted.

“Sherry!”

He hissed and shouted her name.