My Secret Billionaire Husband Chapter 2826 - 2836: Did I Startle You?

Blocking Joanna’s path with a hand extended, he approached her with an impish grin and a lecherous tone: "Hey there, beautiful, don't be in such a hurry to leave. What are you worried about? I'm not a bad guy. You don't need to be so cold; let's be friends. Tell me, what do you desire? Jewelry, luxury cars, or perhaps a mansion?"

His gaze, slick with ill intent, raked over her from head to toe. As his hand inched towards her face, he crooned, "Just look at this skin, so soft and tender. Allow me to indulge you."

"Serve me well, and I'll get you anything your heart desires."

Fueled by alcohol and a misplaced sense of bravado, the man was acting like a lunatic.

At that precise moment…

His vision clouded by lust, he had failed to consider Joanna's true status.

Joanna recoiled from the man's foul, boozy breath. With a surge of revulsion, she swatted his encroaching hand away and shoved him forcefully.

The man, already unsteady from his drinking, lost his balance completely when Joanna pushed him. He stumbled backward several paces before crashing heavily to the ground, landing like a starved beast lunging for carrion.

A pained cry escaped him the instant he hit the dirt.

His eyes blazed with fury as he glared at Joanna, his voice dripping with venom, "You wench! You dare to refuse my advances? Just you wait, I'll make sure you pay for this."

He cursed her name as he struggled to rise.

Drawing menacingly closer, his fist raised, he continued his tirade, "You damn harlot, do you have any idea who I am? I was showing you kindness, and you're acting all high and mighty. Women like you are a dime a dozen; you put on airs, but in the end, you're just playthings that can be bought."

Seeing the man advancing, spewing curses, Joanna's expression shifted. She swiftly assessed her chances against the inebriated man and prepared to flee.

A drunken man, emboldened by even a sliver of courage, could indeed become reckless.

She opted against taking any chances.

She knew she couldn’t overpower him.

However, she was confident in her ability to outrun him.

Considering his state of intoxication and unsteady footing, there was no way he could possibly catch her.

Just as Joanna resolved to escape, the sound of approaching footsteps reached her ears. A tall, dark silhouette surged past her, rapidly closing in on the drunken man before she could get a clear look.

In the very next second, a shriek, akin to a pig's terrified squeal, erupted from the drunkard.

He had been sent sprawling to the ground by a swift kick from the man in black.

The mysterious figure planted a foot firmly on the drunkard's chest. Just as the man attempted to rise, he was viciously kicked down again.

An even more agonizing scream tore from the drunken man's throat.

"Who are you? You... you dare treat me like this? I'll kill you!" he wailed, desperately trying to dislodge the foot pinning him down. Before he could even touch it, however, he was violently kicked aside, tumbling across the ground multiple times.

Eventually, he could only gasp for breath, unable to utter another coherent word.

Yet, his lips continued to move, spewing curses under his breath.

"Dispose of him," the man in black commanded, delivering one final, decisive kick that knocked the drunkard into unconsciousness. He turned with disdain towards the subordinates who had trailed him. "Yes, Mr. Parker."

Two bodyguards promptly stepped forward, hoisting the now-unconscious drunkard from the ground and swiftly carrying him away from the scene.

"Are you alright? Were you scared? I apologize for not arriving sooner to prevent this," Frank Parker approached Joanna with measured steps. Noticing her still-stunned gaze, a flicker of concern crossed his narrow, phoenix-like eyes.