Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me

She saw Wesley was drinking with a middle-aged man.

He watched over through the voice and Harriet was too late to hide.

She stood stiffly.

The middle-aged man beside him flashed a stunning look when he saw Harriet, and then beckoned to her, "Are you arranged by Boss Lincoln? Hurry to serve us!"

Wesley retracted his gaze indifferently, as if not knowing her.

Harriet smiled, took the bottle from the waiter's tray, and walked over quickly.

"Pour the wine for Boss Smith first."

Harriet struggled to walk toward Wesley, pouring wine for him while bowing her head.

"Boss Smith, I think she looks pretty. Do you like her?" The middle-aged man hinted.

Wesley gave him a cold glance.

The man shut up immediately, knowing that he might have said something wrong. Everyone in the circle knew that Wesley did not mess up with women and had little gossip. In addition, he was very fond of the daughter from Jones family.

"You come over here." The man's eyes flashed darkly.

Harriet's back was rigid and she glanced at Wesley, then walked towards the man.

The middle-aged man was obsessed with her with his hand stretching out to touch her.

Harriet was about to hide but her arm was suddenly pulled back with her body falling into Wesley's arms.

"Where are you going?" The atmosphere was frozen, and his voice was cold.

She dared to flirt with another man in front of him. She was just challenging his dignity as a man.

"Don't you know?" Harriet asked in a low voice, glancing at Wesley and trying to stand up.

The man next to him had already hinted at him. Didn't he know? Why did he ask her instead?

Wesley hugged her tighter and was about to warn her, but noisy footsteps came from the door, and then the door was pushed open from the outside.

"You dare to trick me." Mike glared at Harriet tightly, "I just wondered why I couldn't find you everywhere. And you just hang out with other men without telling me. I will kill you."

What! What was he talking about! Mike was the Oscar winner, alright.

Harriet couldn't move.

Mike was furious and would want to kill her at once. He rushed over with great force, followed by his underlings.

Harriet was a little scared, but she felt safe with Wesley. She smiled instead and just held Wesley's arm with her whole body sticking to him. She played the woman and said, "Boss Smith, I belong to you. You have to protect me."

"Bitch." Mike came forward and would like to grad her arms.

Wesley got up suddenly and pushed her to the sofa. He kicked Mike to the ground with fast and heavy force.

The middle-aged man next to him noticed that the situation was not good and immediately notified the bar staff.

Mike hit the ground with his knees. He had never been hit like this. He immediately pulled out a knife from his waist, "You beat me. You do not want to live!

"Guys, action." His underlings took out weapons and surrounded Wesley.

The shining weapons frightened Harriet and she pinched the sleeve of Wesley hard.

God, how could they escape! Would they be cut to death?

However, Wesley did not show any panic, and he remained calm.

As long as someone got closer, he could knock him down at once.

"You dodge over there," he said coldly.

Harriet hurriedly left him and hid behind the sofa, staring at him in surprise.

She never knew that his skill was so good.

Mike didn't expect to encounter such a fierce guy. He looked at him more atrociously. He was going to attack Harriet when he saw she was hiding in the corner.

Wesley noticed and yelled, "Run!"

Harriet was frightened hard, and she quickly ran to the other side of the sofa.

But there was another person on the opposite side, blocking her path.

Harriet remembered that she had a bottle of portable perfume in her bag and came up a plan. She had accidentally sprayed it in her eyes before which made it hard to open her eyes for a while. She immediately took it out and pressed the sprinkler hard against his face while the man was not paying attention.

"Ouch!" He screamed painfully and dropped the knife to the ground.

Harriet kicked the man's crotch with her foot and he cried again.

She immediately fled to the door.

"Don't let her run away." Mike shouted behind.

Harriet ran faster, but looked back at Wesley with worries. She happened to see that Wesley was being locked from behind, and a man was going to knock his head with a weapon. "Wesley!" She ran back instinctively while widening her eyes.

Wesley hadn't got away the man who bound him but the knife was getting closer and closer to him.

Had she not messed up with those guys, Wesley would not fight against them. What should she do if he was hurt?

She would never let him hurt and do nothing.

"Mike, I'll go with you!" She yelled at Mike. This was the only way to keep him safe.

Mike's underlings immediately stopped and looked at Mike.

"Humph, I don't need you to save me." His sharp eyes shot at Harriet. He bent down, flicked the person behind him, and broke away.

"Stop, don't you know who he is!" The middle-aged uncle who was afraid and hid aside finally said a something.

"I do not care!" Mike brandished his weapon and stared at Wesley fiercely.

Wesley had no fear in his eyes. He stood not far from him, staring at him indifferently.

"Wesley, I'll help you!" Harriet saw those guys were going to besiege her again. She took off her high heel and smashed it directly on Mike's face.

But Mike jumped aside and the high heel directly hit Wesley's face in the end.

There was a chuckle around.

Wesley's face was even darker with an obvious heel print on his cheek.

Harriet looked away awkwardly, "Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose."

Mike raised the knife again.

Harriet shouted, "I have called the police and they will come over soon."

Mike did not care about it at all, "I would beat this little young man even the god comes here. How dare he hook up with my woman?"

He was addicted to acting.

Harriet couldn't help but scolded him in her mind. She checked Wesley in anxiety.

Wesley was still not stressed out. He looked directly at him with his dark eyes and his slight smirking. He said coldly, "Your woman?"

Mike arrogantly replied, "She is my woman!"

"Ow!" Mike cried out before he finished his sentence. He didn't see Wesley's movements clearly but he had reached him and kicked him directly, "Say it again."

Harriet was completely sluggish, staring at Wesley like he was a monster. How did he do that just now? She was originally worried about his safety.

"What are you still doing? Beat him to death! I don't believe he can remain unscathed against us!"

"Fuck, stop it!" The door was kicked away with a big bang.

The handsome blond man spoke a dialect and yelled at Mike.

"Boss, why are you here?" Mike released his hand and the knife fell directly to the ground. His underlings immediately dropped their weapons and hid aside as they were rats meeting a cat. "Humph, I'm afraid this bar will be destroyed by you if I am not here." The handsome guy walked over with a sullen face. He hit Mike's stomach with a punch and made him fall down the ground painfully.

"Drag him out." Then he immediately put on a smiley face and apologized to Wesley. "Boss Smith, it's my fault as I did not train them well. They were just too young. Please forget about this thing and I will punish him hard and he must be taken off the skin. "

He was so arrogant before but just turned to be please Wesley like that way. Harriet did not expect him change too fast.

Wesley sorted out his collar and glanced at the handsome man lightly.

Harriet regained her mind and immediately said with satire before Wesley spoke, "Sir, if apology works, what should the police do? This case could not be passed so easily!"

The handsome guy glanced at her contemptuously, "Boss Smith, what do you think?"

Wesley walked past him directly, "She has the final say."