Chapter 2 Fuck

After a while, the woman wrinkled up her nose. She remembered what she had done, and a jolt went through her body!

Hurrying in a panic, she picked up her clothes and went into the bathroom.

Betty looked at herself in front of the mirror with a flushed face and remembered what had happened.

She was a bounty hunter in H city, and was nicknamed "Ice", specializing in catching the wanted criminals. Gavin Wood was behind the country's recent teenage drug trafficking case, but he didn't leave any evidence. However, Betty still took risk to catch this notorious underworld boss, trying to humiliate him and divert his attention from the drug case. She had put an aphrodisiac into his tea, but he spat it into her mouth. After that, the aftermath was.......

"Hey! Come back!" At this time, Gavin's voice came from outside the door. He's just getting started!

A moment later, still no movement, Gavin Wood called out again, ''Hey! You get out of there!" He was still in lust.

"Ah!" His handsome face was red and he struggled to stand up. The sound of "clunk" rang out again.

After a while, there was still no sound, only a dead silence.

What's going on? Where's that ugly woman? Fuck!

"Boom!" At this point, there was a loud bang and the door of the room was slammed to open!

Gavin was ashen suddenly.

" Boss!" Jack who came in first saw the scene in the room and wanted to stab himself in the eyes.

Gavin's face was covered with dark clouds.

"Have you seen enough!" A monstrous roar resounded through the entire building!

This abandoned building was surrounded by men in black suits, each holding a gun and looking cold. The small streets were filled with black cars. The rooftop was also surrounded by men in black suits.

Jack Black hurriedly undid the iron cuffs on Gavin's hands and feet, and brought over his clothes to help him put them on. Fortunately, there was no other wound on boss's body, just slight bruise on arms and legs.

Gavin put on the expensive suit, and was that handsome God's favored man again. But at this moment, his face was gloomy.

"Boss, the woman escaped from the bathroom and we came here a little late." As soon as they learned the news, they rushed over, unexpectedly, still a little late.

Gavin Wood looked at the room that had given him a nightmare, and said word by word in a gloomy voice: '' check this room carefully! There must be a clue to find that woman!" That woman left in a hurry, and something must still be here!

He took another look at the blood on the sheet and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Yes!" Jack responded. He rolled his eyes, secretly glanced at Gavin and said somewhat hesitantly, " Boss, may I ask, what did that woman do to you?" Why was boss tied on the bed naked?

Gavin glanced at him with stern look.

Jack hurriedly lowered his head. How stupid he was! He didn't keep boss safe. How can he ask boss about the unpleasant memories?

However, Gavin pounded the chest, saying with a depressing look, "I have internal injury!" When his lust burned to that extent, he was tied on the bed and no one helped him solve it. He's been badly wounded internally!

Gavin Wood returned to his Presidential Suite and the first thing he did was to bathe with the cold water in the bathroom! He didn't come out until three hours later, and it was early morning.

Inside the luxurious living room, there were four beautiful men of different styles.

The blond man was Frank Sharp, the second chief of the Wolf Organization, and he was sitting on a high chair before the bar counter of the suite, drinking a glass of spirits in his hand.

On the leather sofa, a man in a white shirt sat elegantly, cocking his slender legs gracefully, like a European aristocrat. He wore a pair of headphones on his pretty ears, and read the book in his white hands quietly. His fringe slightly hid the beautiful blue eyes, and his eyes were gloomy and misty. His thin lips gave people the urge to kiss him. His name was Van Hill, and he was the third chief.

On the tweed carpet beside the sofa, a boy of about eighteen sat cross-legged, with a head of brown hair, fringe resting quietly on his forehead. He had deep double-fold eyelids, blue eyes, with a handsome and delicate face. He held a small tablet computer in his hand, his fingers moved rapidly over the keyboard, and his look were focused and serious. His name is Dean Brook and he was the sixth chief.

Beside the large French window, a man sat in a chair that could swivel, and his fringe was a little long, covering his right eye. He squinted as he looked out the window, without focus. Slender fingers clamped a cigarette to his mouth, and his sexy lips pursed slightly before blowing out the smoke. The smoke surrounding him made him seem somewhat unreal. He's called Jerry Kent, and he's the fifth chief.

These four men, all of them, were famous.

Gavin walked out of the bathroom, grabbed a bathrobe to put on. The wet fringe on his forehead, with water dropping, made his handsome face look even more charming.

Frank Sharp saw him and hurriedly put down the wine glass, walking over and looking at him with concern, ''Gavin! How are you? Is everything okay?"

Gavin raised his hand towards Frank, completely unconcerned, "Minor injuries!"

Frank saw the rein traces on both of Gavin's wrists and his eyes became appalling: "How dare she hurt......."

"I made it myself." Gavin interrupted him carelessly and walked over to the couch to sit down. This injury, indeed, was made by himself, and he would not have been hurt if he had not made a needless struggle.

Van gracefully removed his earplugs and turned his head to look at Gavin, smiling meaninglessly, saying, "A woman has the audacity to kidnap Gavin, and what's even more surprising is that Gavin doesn't seem angry."

Jerry threw away the cigarette butts, striding with his long legs to Gavin, an ambiguous smile rising from the corners of his mouth, "It's probably a stunning woman who kidnapped him."

"Cough!" Gavin cleared his throat somewhat uncomfortably, ''Of course! Her face is unique, and she has enough guts, which is different from the average woman." He pressed down the nausea in his heart. It wasn't that he really wanted to compliment the ugly woman, and it was just that he had been kidnapped by a woman which would made him be laughed at by these friends if he didn't say that the woman was a bit unique.

"Oh..." Jerry nodded slowly, and the interest in his eyes became stronger.

"Ha! She is really unique!" At this point, Dean, who had been playing with the computer, spoke, "Look!" He brought the computer up to them.

The crowd then came over, and Gavin looked at it with puzzling expression.

On the screen, a striking line of words stabbed into Gavin's eyes.

"Does the eligible bachelor Gavin Wood have a special fetish that favors ugly woman?"

Below the headline was an intimate photo of Gavin Wood with a woman who made up heavily!

Gavin Wood's eyes widened violently, this, this picture, wasn't it taken by that ugly woman?