Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 888: Hitting People is Not Allowed, Except for Scumbags

Chapter 888: Chapter 888: Hitting People is Not Allowed, Except for Scumbags

Catherine Ford was completely stunned, staring blankly at the man kneeling on one knee, a thought popping into her mind: had he gone mad? This was followed by an overwhelming sense of emotion.

Feeling the gazes of the audience below the stage, Catherine Ford somewhat understood the purpose behind the man’s actions.

He was doing it for her.

The world has always harbored great malice towards women, especially divorced women like her, filled with hostility. Benjamin Jones wasn’t the kind to seek attention, his actions were to prove to everyone that in this relationship, she was the one being pursued and in control.

He was using his actions to shut everyone up for her.

Catherine Ford looked at the handsome man before her, wondering what she had done to deserve this?

"En-en..." Benjamin Jones saw Catherine Ford zoning out and softly called out ’En-en’ in a low voice.

Catherine Ford suddenly came back to her senses, meeting the man’s deep and focused gaze, and suddenly laughed; such a proud man like him would never consider any other woman as a substitute.

He must disdain that notion as well.

"Alright." Standing on the stage facing the man kneeling on one knee, Catherine Ford had never felt her mind so clear before, she confidently said yes.

From this moment, she was his girlfriend, and he was the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, the biggest risk she would take in her ordinary life, but she was not afraid at all.

The moment Catherine Ford’s word "yes" landed, Benjamin Jones reached out to take her hand, got up, and naturally planted a kiss on Catherine Ford’s forehead, "You can’t take it back once you’ve agreed."

"Mhm." Catherine Ford nodded, with the gloom in her brows and eyes swept away, filled only with joy and love for the man before her.

Benjamin Jones clearly felt these changes in Catherine Ford, the trace of worry in his heart dissipated, he held Catherine Ford’s hand tightly and turned to the host next to him, "Can we leave now?"

"Ah? Oh." The usually sharp-witted host was confused by this series of actions by Benjamin Jones and only after speaking did he remember that the penalty for a three-minute heated kiss had not been implemented, but Benjamin Jones had already taken Catherine Ford off the stage, running directly towards the exit.

This...

Are they in such a hurry?

The male host scratched his head, "Shall we continue with our ball then?"

But everyone’s spirits weren’t as high as before, especially Nancy Newman and Anna Ford, who hadn’t recovered yet. They couldn’t understand why Catherine Ford of all people, a man like Lawyer Jones would publicly confess to her?

"It must be because that bitch looks too much like Abigail!" Nancy Newman muttered under her breath, turning to see Kyle Carter still dazed, "What are you spacing out for? Where’s our cousin?"

"Just got a message saying he was stopped by security outside." Kyle Carter then regained his focus with a distracted response to Nancy Newman, his mind full of the dazzling image of Catherine Ford in her starry dress.

Upon hearing this, Nancy Newman said, "Let’s go, this time I must let our cousin completely reveal that woman’s true face."

Kyle Carter frowned upon hearing this, yet thinking that if Foster Newman really exposed Catherine Ford’s affairs and Benjamin Jones grew tired of her, he didn’t mind giving it another try with her—as he expected that Catherine Ford would then be grateful to him.

Thinking about how they had been together for so many years yet always kept the last boundary, and in the end, other men benefitted, Kyle Carter felt particularly unwilling to accept this.

Especially seeing Catherine Ford looking so beautiful and outstanding today, this unwillingness deep inside grew even stronger.

As the couple spoke, they headed outside. Anna Ford, having missed out on watching the drama, instead witnessed Benjamin Jones’s confession to Catherine Ford, her heart filled with jealousy so twisted that she no longer felt like staying at the ball. After Nancy Newman and Kyle Carter left, she also headed towards the main entrance.

Just as she stepped out, she saw someone blocking Catherine Ford and Benjamin Jones at the entrance.

Anna Ford had looked into Catherine Ford’s background, and at first glance, recognized the man as Catherine Ford’s ex-husband. The disappointment was replaced by excitement, and she simply hid behind a large vase in the hotel lobby to watch the scene unfold, unaware that two other people were also hiding there.

Those two people still wore their masks, unrecognized by Anna Ford, yet she knew they were kindred spirits, and they exchanged a knowing glance and simultaneously looked outside.

They all anticipated Benjamin Jones breaking up with Catherine Ford.

Not far away, Catherine Ford looked at Foster Newman, who seemed to have had a bit of alcohol, frowning. She thought Foster Newman was still feigning illness in the hospital of Swallow City to avoid apologizing, but unbeknownst to her, he had rushed back to Swallow City, obviously disregarding the law completely.

Whew!

Catherine Ford took a deep breath, feeling the grip on her palm tighten. She glanced at the handsome man beside her who gently shook his head, "I’m fine."

Some hurdles must be crossed alone. Catherine Ford didn’t want the image of Foster Newman in her nightmares to still startle her awake; what she had hoped for peace was just wishful thinking.

Benjamin Jones, having heard Catherine Ford’s words, didn’t move again.

Foster Newman watched the exchanged glances between the two, burning with rage. He knew this bitch must be having an affair with this man; otherwise, why would he help her so much?

Just then...

Foster Newman looked Catherine Ford up and down, his eyes flashing with astonishment and then he coldly sneered, "I thought you were capable of something, turns out you just climbed into some random man’s bed, tsk tsk, does Alice know she has such a filthy mother?"

Catherine Ford’s face slightly changed; before Benjamin Jones could react, she had already let go of his hand and strode forward, slapping Foster Newman before he could react.

Her move was swift and fierce, catching Foster Newman completely off guard. He staggered, nearly falling over. By the time he recovered, he glared at Catherine Ford venomously, "Bitch, you dare hit me?"

Bang!

Just as Foster Newman finished speaking, Catherine Ford lifted her leg and kicked him in his injured spot. Foster Newman yelped in pain and collapsed on the ground, his not yet fully healed leg cracking again.

But Catherine Ford didn’t stop there; she stepped forward and kicked his shin once more.

Foster Newman howled in agony. To Catherine Ford’s ears, it was grating. She turned and ran to Benjamin Jones, "Take off your shoe."

Benjamin Jones, startled by Catherine Ford’s rapid actions, hadn’t yet recovered when he heard her command. Instinctively looking up, he saw the little woman actually pulling off his sock, before turning and walking towards Foster Newman.

With his shin fractured and lying immobile on the ground, Foster Newman saw Catherine Ford approaching with a man’s sock, his body sliding backward as he asked venomously, "Catherine Ford, what do you want to do!"

Catherine Ford gave Foster Newman a cold smile, then placed her high heel on his other shin. Before he could cry out, she stuffed Benjamin Jones’s sock into Foster Newman’s mouth.

Foster Newman’s mouth was gagged, his howling abruptly stopped, his eyes filled with intense hatred as he looked at Catherine Ford.

Seeing his gaze, Catherine Ford kicked hard at Foster Newman’s arm with her high heel, then, while he was distracted with pain, she pulled the tie from around his neck and secured his hands behind him, then gave a cold smile.

Used to bullying Catherine Ford, Foster Newman was stunned by her series of actions, a flicker of fear arising within him. His head shook non-stop, trying to make Catherine Ford let go, but somehow her expression just then made him feel utterly panicked.

The three people hidden behind the vase were also stunned by Catherine Ford’s actions, instinctively drawing closer together.

Benjamin Jones initially watched Catherine Ford go from surprise to keen interest.

Catherine Ford did not disappoint him. After pinning Foster Newman’s arm behind his back, she took off her high heel and held it in her hand, flashing an even brighter smile at Foster Newman.

Foster Newman, looking at the sharp stiletto heel in Catherine’s hand, mumbled his protest, but before he could finish, Catherine raised the heel and smacked it across his face.

"Ah ah..."

Even the sock stuffed in Foster Newman’s mouth could not suppress his painful groans, but this was just the beginning.

Catherine Ford didn’t care about Foster Newman’s reaction. She flung the second shoe straight away, angrily asking, "You like hitting women, don’t you? How does it feel! Huh?"

Slap!

Slap slap slap!

"Ah mm..."

Foster Newman’s head went numb from pain, his body uncontrollably trembling, but he was completely helpless, his desperate struggles only leading to fiercer lashes from Catherine.

"Will you come and bother me again? You really thought I couldn’t do anything to you, didn’t you?" Thinking about the pain and fear she and Alice endured over the past three years, Catherine couldn’t control her strength.

She had thought that getting divorced would free her from this demon, but it turned out to be ineffective. He continued to bother her relentlessly. He had promised to apologize, yet he ended up causing turmoil in her life again, so she wouldn’t hold back anymore!

If the law can’t serve as a wake-up call for him, then she didn’t mind instilling fear in him!

Perhaps for someone like Foster Newman, fear was more effective than the law in teaching him a lesson.

"My god, has she gone mad? She’s practically a demon!" Anna Ford was terrified as she watched. Her face, already marred by bloodstains, ached as if the shoes were not being flung at Foster Newman’s face, but hitting her own, subconsciously leaning on the person next to her, only to have her hand grasped by a large one.

Anna Ford, forgetting about the man next to her wearing a mask, assumed he was her admirer and grasped his hand back firmly.

Nancy Newman watched, her scalp tingling with horror, wanting to help her cousin Foster, but seeing Benjamin Jones silently standing by, she refrained. She wanted Lawyer Jones to see this woman’s malicious facade clearly, to completely rid himself of her!

Catherine Ford beat Foster Newman until his face resembled a pig’s head, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. Finally, out of strength, she dropped her hands and collapsed to the ground, looking at the almost unrecognizable Foster Newman, "Will you bother me again in the future?"

Foster Newman shook his head in a panic, feeling that if he didn’t respond, Catherine Ford would beat him to death.

However, his shaking did not satisfy Catherine Ford. She pulled the sock out of Foster Newman’s mouth, "Say it, will you continue to bother me and Alice?"

"No, I won’t dare, I won’t dare..." Foster Newman frantically shook his head.

Catherine Ford sneered coldly, "Remember your own words."

"Got it, got it!" Foster Newman hastily nodded, each movement painfully affecting his nerves.

Catherine Ford finally stood up satisfied, thinking she was going to hit him again, Foster Newman was so scared he buried his head between his legs.

Catherine Ford looked at him with disgust. How could she have been afraid of him, even having nightmares daily because of him?

With a light sneer, Catherine Ford turned her head and saw Benjamin Jones watching her intently from a distance.

The ferocity of a moment ago suddenly receded, and the images of her own craziness and ferocity flashed in her mind. Her mouth twitched a few times, and she awkwardly looked at the calm man before her, "Could you... pretend you didn’t see that?"

Benjamin Jones looked at Catherine Ford and replied very calmly and composedly, "I can’t."

Catherine Ford awkwardly laughed at the man.

Not far away, the three other people finally recovered from Catherine’s ferocity, and opportunely watched her with delight. They didn’t believe Lawyer Jones would still want her after seeing her act like a shrew?

Who doesn’t know that the Jones family is a prestigious family, and such families highly value demeanor!

However, much to the trio’s expectations, instead of despising Catherine, Benjamin casually said, "How can I help you clean up the mess if I didn’t see anything?"

Catherine was stunned, she blankly stared at the man for a while, then burst into a fluttering laugh, grab her high heels, and threw herself at Benjamin, suddenly realizing why she suddenly wasn’t afraid of Foster Newman anymore—probably because she knew there was a man in this world who could back her up.

Benjamin looked at the woman whose forehead was covered in thin sweat and still holding her shoes, shook his head helplessly, and with one hand clasped her waist, pulling her entirely into his arms, rather warily asked, "Tell me, after we get married, will you hit me too?"

After speaking, he meaningfully glanced at the high heels in Catherine’s hand.

Upon hearing this, Catherine fiercely threw the high heels to the ground, "I was impulsive just now, I will never hit anyone again."

"Hmm, you shouldn’t hit anyone, except for scumbags," Benjamin looked at Catherine’s "cat out of the bag" demeanor and his smile deepened; he no longer had to constantly worry about this foolish woman getting bullied in the future.

Catherine, having heard this, seriously looked up at the man, trying to detect any other emotions in Benjamin’s expression, but there weren’t any, it was full of genuine sincerity.

She suddenly couldn’t help but tiptoe and kiss the man.

Benjamin, dissatisfied with her brief kiss, forcefully pulled her closer to deepen the kiss, until the cold wind blew and the person in his arms shivered, and he then remembered they were still outside, hurriedly pulled Catherine up and walked towards the car.

Catherine panicked, "My shoes..."

"They are dirty," Benjamin nonchalantly dropped these words without looking back.

Catherine knew that the man despised those shoes for having touched Foster Newman; although it was painful to lose a pair of shoes, getting rid of a long nightmare made the deal seem worthwhile.

The usually stingy her generously let it go this once, but looking up at the man’s chin, Catherine thought about how she had already done too many things today that weren’t in her character, so she didn’t mind doing one more, she took a deep breath, "Benjamin, do you like me because I look like Abigail, treating me as her substitute?"

Benjamin, holding Catherine, paused, obviously not expecting this foolish woman to ask so directly. However, he felt even happier, bent his head down and rubbed his chin on Catherine’s cheek, "I’ll take you to a place tomorrow."

Without getting a direct answer from Benjamin, although Catherine was a bit disappointed, the man’s attitude reassured her quite a bit, and she nodded, "Okay."

Having already chosen each other, Catherine decided to give each other some time and trust.

By the car, Benjamin placed Catherine in the passenger seat, and he got into the driver’s seat, while Reed went to deal with Foster Newman’s matter.

However, the two were so focused that they completely failed to notice the other three clowns.

The trio, not seeing the scene they had hoped for, were full of unwillingness yet were somewhat scared by Catherine, especially Nancy Newman, who turned her head to seek comfort from Kyle Carter, only to find her husband standing behind her but holding another woman’s hand, suddenly shrieked, "Bitch!"

Anna Ford was startled, and before she could react, Nancy Newman pounced on her, and the two still wearing their masks started fighting each other.