Chapter 162 The Assaulter


    "Wow, your hand is so smooth. How old are you?" The man touched the back of J''s hand and


    shamelessly sniffed his fingers.


    "Are you going to leave or not?" J began to panic as she couldn''t drive him away.


    She wanted to close the door, but the man had already squeezed himself into the house. J was


    all alone, so she couldn''t handle him.


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    Seeing that J was anxious, the man lowered his voice. "I know. I know. Don''t worry. I''ve met


    many of your peers. There''re quite a lot of working girls in the neighborhood." He smiled as if he


    had understood her concern. "And the building in front of this one is full of girls who are mistresses


    of wealthy men. Quote your price. Let''s have a nice chat in your house!"


    "Are you insane? I''m married! When my husbandes back, he will definitely beat the hell out of


    you for harassing me." J''s eyes turned red; she was seething with rage.


    She was unfortunate to encounter such a situation when Ethan wasn''t around.


    Her breathing faltered. J''s thoughts flitted to the driver Fiona had hired before. He had also


    looked at her with lustful eyes as if she were a cheap product he could buy with money.


    "What''s with that look on your face? Do you feel ashamed?" An obscene smile emerged on his face


    as he stared at J. The man liked J''s pristine, innocent look. His desire to sleep with her


    spiked up in an instant. She was different from all the slutty women he had met before.


    Unable to control himself anymore, the man pounced on her.


    "Get out!" J picked up a high-heeled shoe from the cab and flung it at him.


    The man covered his face and shouted. "Damn it!


    You bitch! How dare you hit me?"


    J used his distraction to her advantage and ran into her bedroom. She locked the door, leaned


    back on it, and took deep breaths.


    Before she could react, the door vibrated with a loud thud, followed by a string of expletives.


    "Open the door, you bitch! I''ll teach you a lesson when I get in! How dare you hit me? I''ll fucking kill


    you!"


    J''s heart raced in her chest. She was so terrified that her body froze, and she didn''t know what


    to do.


    The man probably found that he couldn''t open the door, so he began to pry the lock from outside.


    J began to tremble with fright. The lock of the bedroom door was fragile, so she knew the man


    would break it open soon.


    J anxiously looked around for her phone and wanted to call Ethan. But, unfortunately, her


    phone was in the living room. She had rushed into the bedroom to save herself from the man, and it


    never crossed her mind to take the phone.


    J scanned the room to find something to protect herself. Just then, her gaze fell on themp on


    the bedside table. She quickly unplugged the chord, picked up themp, and hid beside the


    wardrobe.


    The doorknob of the bedroom was frantically twisting, and the lock was about to fall.


    J clutched themp tightly and stared at the doorknob. Sweat trickled down herback, making


    her thin shirt stick to her skin.


    All of a sudden, a loud bang reverberated from outside, and a beam of light flooded into the


    bedroom as the door flew open.