Chapter 717 Abuse


    Brandon didn''t let J go until she could stand steadily.


    Then he strode forward, grabbed Jorge by the shoulders, and then threw him to the ground with


    astonishing force.


    "What the—?! Who the fuck are you?" Jorge cursed crazily. "Mind your own fuckingbusiness!" "Oh,


    fuck off!" Brandon frowned tightly, looking down at the despicable man on the ground.


    He didn''t want to waste his breath on scum like Jorge at all. He started unbuttoning his cuffs, getting


    ready to beat him up.


    Jorge was so frightened that he curled into a ball and covered his head in a hurry. The man in front


    of him had such a domineering aura about him. He didn''t know who he was, but more importantly,


    Brandon was much taller and stronger than him. He didn''t stand a chance. "Don''te any closer!


    Or else I''ll call the police!" Brandon looked at Jorge, who was curled into a ball on the ground.


    Fighting with such a jerk would only dirty his hands.


    So Brandon left him with a warning. "You''d better not show your face in front of me again."


    Jorge didn''t dare to say anything more. Looking into Brandon''s frighteningly cold eyes, he nodded,


    jumped to his feet, and hurriedly ran away.


    J was still surprised to see Brandon here. She had told him that she would go home by herself.


    When Jorge disappeared around the corner, Brandon then looked at J and said gently, "I


    promised you that I''de pick you up."


    Fortunately, he upheld his promise.


    Brandon didn''t expect that J would encounter danger at a dinner.


    He looked at Draco, who was standing aside, and said in an unfriendly tone, "If you have dinner


    together again, go to somece safe next time." Although he felt ufortable, Draco kept calm


    on the surface and said, "I''ll handle it. Thanks for the concern, Mr. Larson."


    Brandon pursed his lips. He found that he didn''t like J''s boss. Call it a man''s instinct.


    He continued in a low voice, "This is my wife''s safety we''re talking about. Of course I''m concerned."


    Draco''s expression darkened.


    J grabbed Brandon''s arm and tugged at it urgently. Why the hell was he acting so strange


    here?


    Finally, Brandon got the hint and stopped talking. J was still worried about the drunk Elizabeth,


    so she decided to make her sleep at their house for the night.


    As soon as she helped Elizabeth to the sofa, she heard her groan in pain.


    Confused, J rolled up her sleeve and found that there were many bruises on her arm.


    Obviously, Jorge had physically abused her.


    "That jerk!" she muttered under her breath.


    Furious, she applied ointment onto Elizabeth''s injuries.


    *****


    When Elizabeth woke up the next day, she had a splitting headache. She found herself in an


    unfamiliar guest room.


    That was when she vaguely recalled the events of the previous night.


    She slowly made her way downstairs. Both J and Brandon were having breakfast in the dining


    room.


    "Look who''s awake! Come and have some breakfast before you leave," J said to her brightly.


    With her coat in her hands, Elizabeth bowed to them politely and was about to leave.


    She felt so humiliated after recalling what had happenedst night. She just wanted to leave as


    soon as possible.


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    Seeing the pained expression on Elizabeth''s face, J stood up and stopped her.


    She sighed heavily. "Elizabeth, I know it''s your life. But I see you as a good friend of mine. Even if


    you might hate me for saying this, I have to tell you that Jorge is a jerk and you should break up


    with him."


    Brandon, who was chewing on a sandwich, chimed in, "I''ve seen a lot of men like him. He won''t let


    go that easily."


    "Thanks for the advice, but I can handle it myself," Elizabeth said in a low voice, averting her gaze.


    J didn''t know what she was really thinking.


    After she left, Brandon tried tofort J. "There''s nothing we can do. Only she can help herself


    at this point."


    Looking in the direction Elizabeth had left, J simply sighed. She didn''t know what else to say.


    Just then, her phone screen lit up.


    It was a message from Charis''s former assistant, Allie, whom she had contacted before.


    J was a little surprised. She tried calling Allie a week ago and thought that she wouldn''t reply.


    What made her change her mind?