The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 14: MISS TIGER VS. PERVERTED MASTER

Cheryl looked at her clothes. This time he was wearing a covered dress. Long-sleeved black blazer with material trousers along the heel.

"Awas aja still see with a perverted look," his grunts took off the seatbelt and immediately got off the sports car.

Hearing the car door close, Jourrel turned his head. His eyes suddenly dodged when he saw the target was already standing leaning against the car door, with a cynical look.

Undeniably, the undulating hair that was tied up entirely, belonging to the beautiful girl was increasingly emitting an alluring aura. Especially combined with his jutek face. Looks even more adorable in Jourrel's eyes.

"Gapain you're here?! Or, you're the security guard at this workshop." Cheryl folded her arms.

His sight was poking around, not finding any vehicles there. It further corroborated his assumption that the man was only a security guard.

Jourrel kept his expression, unblinking and lips still tightly clenched, "It's a pity I don't carry any weapons. The target came by itself. It should be an opportunity," he murmured inwardly with a sharp look toward Cheryl.

His fingers twirled the butts of his half-living cigarette. His lips smiled slanted while rolling his eyeballs lazily.

"What are you doing here? Women are not the place. Or maybe you're actually a woman. But your face doesn't match your behavior. The face of an angel spec, but the behavior resembles that of a female tiger!" ejek Jourrel stared lightly.

The blood flowing through Cheryl's body instantly boiled, her hands clutching firmly, "Lo's mouth has never kissed an expensive bag, has it?" Cheryl challenged.

It breezed with its foot-level, further eroding the distance between the two of them. The clash of his long heels echoed on the deserted terrace that morning.

Jourrel looked up because now the woman had stopped and loomed high, right in front of Jourrel. Their two pairs of eyes intertwined with each other, an aura of vengeance and anger emanated clearly from the two.

Cheryl, who hates the man so much because she has been perverted since their first meeting, while Jourrel keeps the anger because of the endless misfortune experienced yesterday.

Cheryl had raised her handbag in her left hand. Directing right at the handsome face of the man. One corner of his lips lifted.

Jourrel was already staring warily and preparing to fend it off. The man's eagle eyes probed, staring alternately between Cheryl's pretty face with the bag in her hand. Although there has not been any movement seen from Jourrel.

"MORTH!"

It wasn't Cheryl's expensive bag that landed. But it was a raw bogem from the girl's right hand, right in Jourrel's nose.

"Aarray!" erang Jourrel closed his nose, his eyes until they glazed over with the unexpected attack. Too focused to fend off the bag, it was attacked from another direction.

Jourrel lowered his palm, there appeared to be blood spots there. His eagle eyes blocked the red wiping the blood flowing from his nostrils. The grunts on his face became clearer.

"Sorry, Mr. Mesum. Actually, that's still not how much. Don't ever mess with me. Remove the dirty thoughts from your head, before I remove your head," Cheryl said as soon as her beautiful face turned devil. Even his smile looked terrible.

Jourrel glanced at the corner of the terrace, his eyes finding a 50 cm iron rod. With a quick movement Jourrel moved and his long arm immediately grabbed the thing.

Jourrel turned around, one leg climbed up the couch and jumped to the brim with Cheryl's body. He wrapped the long iron around Cheryl's neck and pressed it hard. Their bodies were not spaced apart, even Jourrel could feel the smell of the body and the girl's hair was thrust upon her sense of smell.

He put his lips close to Cheryl's ear. "Miss Tiger, you are indeed shortsighted yes," sizzled Jourrel who exhausted his patience.

Cheryl swerved, reflexively holding the iron rod with both of her thin arms to protect her white neck.

But actually, what surprised him even more was the new call for him. He let his guard down because he thought too much about it, did the man really know his father? Or just a coincidence? Clearly, Cheryl is still wrestling with her own thoughts. I forgot that he was in danger now.

'It turns out that this is his ability. You big mouth. Know the gini yesterday I just finish it!' sour Jourrel in heart.

Not seeing any meaningful resistance, Jourrel smirked thinly. He did not want to waste the golden opportunity. The man concentrated all his strength, shutting down Cheryl's movements and even killing her right away.

"Goodbye bar-bar girl! I must have missed your ferocity!" murmured Jourrel smiled with satisfaction as he was confident that his execution would work.

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