Chapter 117
Inside Tom’s villa, Naomi tossed her coat on the couch.
She approached Tom and hooked a finger through his robe’s belt. Then, she rested her other hand on his shoulder and leaned close to his ear,
“Mr. Hunter, you’ll have to pay extra if I serve you well.”
Tom chuckled at Naomi’s seduction. “Damn, I knew you’re messed up in the head like me. Alright, if you please me tonight, I’ll give you your own law firm.”
Naomi quirked a brow and pulled him up from the couch via the belt. “Then, let’s go upstairs.”
Her initiative thrilled Tom. It seemed like giving Annie over 300 million dollars had not been entirely a loss but rather a setup for him to have an affair.
Even though he had lost so much money, he still had over 300 million dollars left, along with the company.
He could earn more money, but he hadn’t slept with a lawyer before, especially one as beautiful and classy as Naomi.
If he could keep her by his side, then the 300–million–dollar loss would be worth it.
Tom was dazzled by Naomi’s charms. But if he wasn’t so easily tempted, he wouldn’t have divorced Annie:
Unfortunately, his mistress could never have expected that he would change his mind before she could become his wife.
He had immediately turned around to sleep with another woman instead.
As Tom reached second–floor bedroom with Naomi, his bad mood from the past few days vanished in an
instant. Instead, it was replaced by a joyous glee.
With a bang, he closed and locked the bedroom door.
Naomi turned to him and smiled. “Mr. Hunter, I’m a bit rough. Please bear with me.”
“Of course.” Tom smiled from ear to ear. “I won’t complain.”
Naomi approached him with a smile and placed both hands on his shoulders.
Suddenly, her expression turned cold. She lifted her right knee, bringing it up between his legs harshly.
The next moment, Tom turned as white as a sheet. Before he could react, Naomi did a shoulder throw and slammed him hard onto the ground.
When Naomi had been four years old, Christine had made her learn taekwondo.
By the time she had turned 23 years–old, Christine had come to pick up most of the mess after Naomi’s fights.
Chapter 117
So, at times like this, Naomi couldn’t afford to hesitate.
Tom held his groin and curled up on the ground. The pain was too much for him to even speak, let alone
call for help.
He stared at Naomi with a pained expression and roared, “You damn bitch! You tricked met
Downstairs, the maids and a few bodyguards heard the commotion.
The maids felt sorry for Naomi, so they frowned and silently went to work in the backyard.
The bodyguards, on the other hand, were excited. “The president seems to be having a great time!”
“That’s right. Did you see how bright his smile was earlier?”
In contrast to how happy Tom had been downstairs, all his joy turned into pain.
Naomi walked up to Tom and grabbed the hem of his pants. She knelt and flashed him a toothy grin.
“Have you had enough, Mr. Hunter? I can always do it again.”
“You bitch! Fuck!” Tom cursed, his voice trembling as he clutched his groin. Then, he shouted toward the door, “Jimmy! Jimmy!”
even
But he was in so much pain after Naomi’s attacks that he couldn’t speak normally, let alone give
orders.
Naomi didn’t take his plea for help seriously.
She wouldn’t fight Tom head–on. She had only refrained from taking action downstairs because the bodyguards had been present.
No matter how skilled she was, she couldn’t win against a group of people.