No One But You

Chapter 93 Beaten by Joanna Doyle

I waited at the door for a moment.

Someone was talking me behind my back. Though the voice was small, I could hear a little.

They said I was a millennium fox and used only three days to let Brooke get divorced to marry me.

In fact, they said nothing wrong. But the title of millennium fox was a compliment to me.

I was not charming enough to let Brooke be obsessive to me.

Secretary Frank came about and took me with him.

"Why? Is there a dog behind you?" I wriggled out of his hand and looked into Brooke's office. "What's

wrong?"

"Someone's in Mr. Brooke's office."

“Who?” How scared he was. Who could scare Secretary Frank like that?

"His ex-wife." He pulled me into an office. "Mrs. Josephine, you'd better come in later, in case you meet

her."

I blinked. Oh, it was the ex-wife of Brooke, the woman who blew me up on my wedding day.

Seriously, I really wanted to meet her. She almost blew me up, and Brooke didn't do anything to her.

So, he was ambiguous about the woman.

However, seeing Secretary Frank was so scared, I gave him some credit.

I sat in the office and asked Secretary Frank to spy on her and see if she was ready to go.

Then I lowered my head and wiped the mobile phone. There was a fool in my circle of friends, who sent

his own articles every few days. It was bullshit, but he thought he was a literary master. Every time after

reading his article, I would be speechless.

I was laughing at his poem and then I heard the sound of high heels approaching me.

I said ‘shit’ in heart, and then I looked up and saw a woman with a strong momentum.

She was in her late twenties, with long curly hair, rosy lipstick, a tight white dress, and an overcoat

draped over his shoulders.

She stopped in front of me, piercing her eyes at me.

I thought I already knew who she was, so I wasn't surprised.

She was Brooke’s ex-wife, but I didn't know her name.

Her eyes were aggressive and she made no secret of her dislike for me.

I got up and was ready to say something to her, at least introduce myself.

She suddenly raised her hand and slapped me hard in the face.

I didn't expect she would beat me without saying a word. I was beaten.

And this woman hit me hard. She must often lift iron or do push-ups.

I feel like my head was dizzy and my whole face was numb.

She hit me and I forgot to hit her back. I was still stunned but more slaps fell on me.

She slapped me four times in the face, and I finally grasped her wrist without any mistake.

Then I fought back. I was not weak. I did not have time to exercise, but I was a reporter. High intensity

of work trained my super physical quality. I had muscles on my arm!

When I was about to give her the third slap, I saw her lift her foot high and wanted to kick me in the

stomach.

This woman was evil .to do this.

I was alert enough to get away quickly.

At that moment, Brooke rushed in and pulled the woman down.

"Joanna! Stop it!"

Oh, I remembered now. Her name was Joanna Doyle. It was mentioned in the media.

Brooke gave me a quick look. "Go out and ask Secretary Frank to apply medicine for you."

Shit, I only hit her twice, there were two left

It was good that Brooke was now pulling her.

I pointed to the ceiling. "Look, flying saucer."

They didn't expect me to use such a stupid way, for a moment they were confused and looked at the

ceiling.

Then, I quickly slapped Joanna twice on the face. Absolutely I used all my force which shocked my

palm numb.

Joanna became mad and screamed, "Brooke, good for you! You helped this woman hit me!"

"You did it first." I swung my arms. I never attack anyone who did not attack me.

"Brooke, your taste became worse!" Her voice was supposed to be pleasant to hear, but when it was

magnified, it was torn.

My face was swollen and I couldn't speak very well. I touched my face and said to Brooke, "Get rid of

your ex-wife. I will wait for you in your office."

I walked out of the office with a swollen face and went straight into Brooke's office.

Secretary Frank came to apply medicine for me with the medicine box. The medicine was cool and

comfortable to wipe on my face.

"The swelling went down in five minutes." Secretary Frank said to me.

As soon as the medicine was applied, I felt less swollen. I looked at myself in the mirror and my face

got fat.

"Brooke's ex-wife is a mad dog!"

Secretary Frank looked around at the door, panicking. "Mrs. Josephine, keep your voice down."

"I've been beaten like this. What am I afraid of?"

"It seems that you don't know the Doyle Family."

"I know her name is Joanna."

"I'm not talking about her name. I'm talking about her family. Aren't you a journalist? How could you not

know about that?”

I shook my head, “So what, do I need to know everyone in this city?"

"Doyle Family is the underworld! Joanna's father was a former President of triad. Have you heard of

triad?"

No.

I bowed to search it in the Internet. And the result scared me to death.

Other triads were particularly low-key, they were unusually high-profile. They wished to hold a press

conference for every rally, which was rampant.

Seeing that I was silent, Secretary Frank thought that I was frightened and lost my language ability.

"Mrs. Josephine, you just hit Joanna. Only Mr. Brooke can deal with it."

"Rest assured, Brooke certainly can deal with it." I had his baby in my tummy. What was I worried

about?

Besides, it was she that hit me first. Triad should be reasonable too!

I felt my face gradually stop swelling, and finally Brooke came in.

He was alone, so I guessed Joanna left.

He came up to me and looked at me. "Do you better?" NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

"You seem to have been beaten frequently, and you carry this swelling remedy." I sneered at him.

"I shouldn't have given you the medicine and let you be swollen. You are stubborn after making

trouble." He sat down in front of me.

"It was your ex-wife who hit me."

"She has a bad temper."

"Bad?" I laughed, but I at least hit her too.

"I will accompany you to go to the hospital!" He said.

"I'm fine." I clap my ID card and marriage certificate on the table, “It's not too late now. Let’s get

divorced!"

He squinted at me. "Do you want to run away from me after making troubles?"

"You said it last night."

"Last night was last night. If you don't have my protection, Joanna will tear your bones apart."

"I am going to get divorced with you. What is she going to do with my bones?"

"It would have been better if you hadn't slapped her." He looked colder when he laughed than when he

didn't.