THE BILLIONAIRE'S VENGEFUL WIFE RETURNS
Chapter 167: YOU BROKE OUR CONTRACT AGAIN 2

Chapter 167: YOU BROKE OUR CONTRACT AGAIN 2

"He said he was not going to leave until Madam Charlotte fires him herself," Gus said to the flustered woman who couldn’t utter any word anymore because of the activity going on on her thighs. Alanis drew patterns on her thighs making her shudder.

"Hmm." Alanis hummed when his wife said nothing. Harlow knew if she opened her lips, the strange sound she was barely taming would slip out and that would be more embarrassing on her side.

She tried to stop him with her hands but he slapped it off gently. His fingers moved upwards and only stopped when he reached her bottom. She bit on her lower lips, muffling more screams.

She would never give Alanis the pleasure of knowing what he did affected her in any way.

"Send a few security men to his office and make sure you kick him out completely. I don’t want him here anymore by the end of the day." Alanis spoke for his wife.

"Yes, boss." Gus bowed slightly before stepping out of the room. He had no idea what was going on between those two, but it was strange his almighty madam, didn’t look all-powerful anymore. She looked more like a cute scary cat, under his boss.

He shook his head immediately, waving the thoughts as quickly as they came.

The moment Gus stepped out of the room, Harlow pushed the man behind her away from her body as she took a deep breath to regain herself.

"What do you think you’re doing?"

What does it seem like?" Alanis asked.

"Don’t think your unreasonable threat would make me not fire you. I can better off find another place to stay while I work here."

"Then that means you’ll be breaking another rule in the contract like you just did with my face." He sat back on the polished leather swivel chair as he twirled it around.

This annoying man, Harlow grounded her teeth at her thoughts. She should have killed him the day she had a chance to because right now, she’s tied to him forever.

"I didn’t break any agreement with your face, you provoked me." She said.

"I did...?" Alanis asked so innocently.

"In what way my darling Villain." Alanis smiled mischievously.

"Act innocent all you want, but you know what I’m talking about." She barked. She has never been this angry in her life. How can a man be this annoying?

Aren’t men supposed to be reserved and calm? This man before her was the opposite of everything she thought a man was.

"There was never an agreement that said I couldn’t tell you of my imaginations." He drawled and Harlow’s mouth fell open.

He imagined doing those things to her.

"Can I not praise you and tell you how sexy you look even if you’re... Flat." He smiled. "But that is understandable. That’s why I’m here, isn’t it? To fill every part of you with me." He kept a straight face as he spoke, seeming even more serious than before.

Harlow turned red at his words, and that did not go unnoticed by the man seated before her.

"You must think I’m stupid enough to let you do anything because you think I’m... flat." She was too embarrassed to say the word Flat, but she did anyway.

To Harlow she wasn’t flat at all, she was only slender looking. Harlow didn’t understand how a slim person like her would be fat in the ass and breast. It wasn’t even in her genes to be fat.

"Oh, you don’t have to. But you’re still going to face your punishment for being violent to your sweet husband." She scoffed.

Sweet?

This man thinks he’s sweet?

"I did nothing wrong." She said.

"But you did. You did slap me so hard I almost tore." He smiled showing off his white teeth. Right now, she longed to cut those teeth off his mouth. Maybe his tongue too, because of his big mouth.

Harlow sighed. It was truly in their agreement that they wouldn’t be violent to each other. She had read it that day as Alanis promised not to be Violent to her too.

"Fine, I’ll treat you fairly for a week." She said. That wouldn’t be hard considering she’s done it before. She would just have to babysit this grown man and move on with her life. She nodded at her thoughts, little did she know the man before her had other plans in mind.

Alanis chuckled softly, "The agreement doesn’t state that." He said.

"According to our agreement, I have to pick what punishment to give you." Harlow frowned. She didn’t like where this was going. The last time Alanis had given her punishment, it was disastrous, she couldn’t let that happen again.

"That’s not fair. You have the punishment the last time." She argued.

"It’s not my fault that I’m always the Villain." Alanis suddenly said adjusting in the chair. The woman before him glared at him in silence. She had promised to be careful not to fall into another trap of his, but here she was.

"What do you want?" Harlow asked. She wanted to be over this as quickly as possible. She was tired of the games.

"You’ll do anything I ask, starting from this moment on," Alanis said. "It’s nothing hard sweetheart. Whatever agreement we had in the contract has been canceled for this week until you’re done with your punishments." He smiled.

Harlow stared at him with narrowed eyes wondering what he was up to. She didn’t want this man playing another trick with her anymore.

"Fine." She voiced and walked towards the stand where she hung her suit. She picked it up and wore it.

"Where to?" Alanis asked.

"I’m going to see if Lincoln has been kicked out already." She started walking away, but this time l, Alanis did not follow her. He remained seated on the chair as he watched her figure retreat.

When Harlow reached the ground floor, she was greeted by the most devastating scene. The staff gathered around, a few people murmuring as they watched the man being dragged out.

"You will pay for this!" Lincoln pointed in her direction.

"I will be back by next week and you’ll be gone." He said before the guards threw him out of the organization.

Most staff frowned at Harlow and others wondered why Lincoln was fired. Of course, his colleagues had spread fake rumors around, but Harlow cared less.

She was just a little bit stunned that firing someone could be this chaotic. When did workers start feeling like they belonged here?

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