My Bad Boy Billionaire/C17 Pregnancy Isn't Yours
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C17 Pregnancy Isn't Yours

Joseph got into the driver's seat and drove away.

Asher Ashford, who was watching from not far away, quickly walked over and helped the man, who was covered in sweat and moaning in pain, to a chair at the side.

Asher Ashford took out a tissue and handed it to him. He said calmly, There was a saying that it was difficult for a clean official to take care of family affairs. This gentleman had better not interfere in other people's family affairs. Otherwise, there will only be one outcome. You are like this now. Er, do you need me to take you to the hospital? "

"Get lost!" The man was so angry that he roared. Asher Ashford shrugged and left.

Scarlett stood straight in the car. She cleared her throat and asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"To the crime scene. Where do you want to start? Where do you want to end it?"

"The crime scene?" Scarlett felt that this guy was showing off his skills because she did not understand at all. When the car stopped at the door of a hotel, she finally understood.

The place where she committed the crime last month was lost. The hotel!

Before Joseph got out of the car, Scarlett grabbed his hand and said, "young Mr Wilson, Young Master Yan, I was wrong. Please let me go!"

"Pregnant?" Joseph's face was dark and scary. When he thought that this woman was so desperate to find a man, he was so angry that he could not get out.

"Er, pregnancy isn't yours either." Scarlett straightened her neck and said. She was worried that if she was found out that it was his seed, if she was forced to have an abortion... No, she could not admit it even if she was beaten to death.

"I haven't even asked whose seed it is and yet you are so anxious to clear your relationship?" Joseph shook off her hand and walked over to open the car door to pull her out. He was extremely impatient.

"I haven't asked why you appeared in the western restaurant yet. You... could it be that you followed me?" Scarlett was slightly confused but she thought that it was impossible.

Why did a young master follow a poor old woman?

"I just happened to pass by. Otherwise, I wouldn't have found out that you are so thirsty that you can even eat those kind of men who are not presentable." Joseph didn't know why he was getting more and more sour. He just shut his mouth and dragged her to the hotel.

Scarlett bent her waist and refused to go into the hotel. "If you don't let go, I will call for someone and say you molested me!"

Joseph stopped and seemed to be in disbelief at her words. He raised his eyebrows. "You can give it a try."

After saying that, he dragged her to the hotel with all his might.

Scarlett was desperate. She closed her eyes and shouted, "Help! Indecent! Someone come!"

Her shout attracted many people's attention. Joseph did not let go of her. He even pulled her into his arms and wrapped her around her neck. He threatened her in a low voice. "If you don't want the photos and nude photos to be published on the Internet, shut up!"

Scarlett suddenly shut up and did not dare to say anything. What a cynical little wolf dog!

Joseph smiled faintly and pulled her to the front desk. He said to the waiter, "I want suite 802."

Scarlett's heart was trembling. Room 802 was just a room that she slept with him for the night.

Did he want to repeat the past or take the opportunity to take revenge?

"I'm sorry, sir. Room 802 is already occupied. We can arrange other rooms for you." The receptionist apologized.

"I want this room." Joseph threw out a VIP card. "If I don't get the room I want in an hour, let your manager see me."

The moment the receptionist saw the gold card, cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, sir. Please move to the lounge for a moment. I'll arrange the room immediately."

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