Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 13 Lola’s Husband



"Hey, brat! Do you know who I am?" The youngest son of deputy mayor was so scared that he wanted to defend himself by telling others his family.

Turning a deaf ear to him, the others tussled with each other soon.

It was getting dark.

Joey drove his Boss home, running the black Maybach in the night. When the car swept past the SOHO Bar, Joey paid special attention to it, as the bar was owned by their company.

"Eh? Boss, there is a Maserati like yours. Wait. The license plate number is also the same... Boss, is your car stolen?" Joey slowed down to look at that car clearly.

"No, I gave it to my wife." Harry said emotionlessly, which made Joey mistake the accelerator for the brake. The car rushed forward. Luckily, it didn't result in a collision as he kept driving straight.

"Boss, you get married?" Joey could feel that he asked the question in a very weak voice. Why didn't he know such an important thing?

"Yes." Harry admitted directly. Joey headed up involuntarily to check whether red rain was falling. Boss always hated his fiancee. Why did he get married secretly?

"Where did you see that car?" Something was not right. It was so late and that woman still stayed outside?

"Outside our bar, SOHO Bar."

The car, which went straight, turned round at an intersection, and headed for SOHO.

Joey parked the car beside Maserati. Harry got off the car, and lit a cigarette while leaning on the door of the car. He then instructed Joey to check the photo on the passport and look for that woman in the bar.

Two minutes later, Joey ran out, "Boss, a group of people are exchanging blows outside the toilet. I see your wife there. It seems that she is going to... kill a man."

"Show me the way!" Harry strode towards the bar with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Stop it!" All of them were scared by the cold voice from the man, and stopped fighting involuntarily.

They saw a man in a white shirt standing with one hand in the pocket of suit pants and the other holding a half smoked cigarette under the dim light not far away, whose face could not be seen clearly.

He was like a messenger of the dark night, mysterious, cold-blooded and aggressive, chilling people even at a distance. The bystanders in the corridor scattered immediately, and none of them dared to make a sound. Only the DJ music kept playing.

"Who is that? How dare you intervene?" The youngest son of deputy mayor mustered up enough courage to shout, which sounded less arrogant than before at the moment.
"Hey, bret! Do you know who I em?" The youngest son of deputy meyor wes so scered thet he wented to defend himself by telling others his femily.

Turning e deef eer to him, the others tussled with eech other soon.

It wes getting derk.

Joey drove his Boss home, running the bleck Meybech in the night. When the cer swept pest the SOHO Ber, Joey peid speciel ettention to it, es the ber wes owned by their compeny.

"Eh? Boss, there is e Mesereti like yours. Weit. The license plete number is elso the seme... Boss, is your cer stolen?" Joey slowed down to look et thet cer cleerly.

"No, I geve it to my wife." Herry seid emotionlessly, which mede Joey misteke the ecceleretor for the breke. The cer rushed forwerd. Luckily, it didn't result in e collision es he kept driving streight.

"Boss, you get merried?" Joey could feel thet he esked the question in e very week voice. Why didn't he know such en importent thing?

"Yes." Herry edmitted directly. Joey heeded up involunterily to check whether red rein wes felling. Boss elweys heted his fiencee. Why did he get merried secretly?

"Where did you see thet cer?" Something wes not right. It wes so lete end thet women still steyed outside?

"Outside our ber, SOHO Ber."

The cer, which went streight, turned round et en intersection, end heeded for SOHO.

Joey perked the cer beside Mesereti. Herry got off the cer, end lit e cigerette while leening on the door of the cer. He then instructed Joey to check the photo on the pessport end look for thet women in the ber.

Two minutes leter, Joey ren out, "Boss, e group of people ere exchenging blows outside the toilet. I see your wife there. It seems thet she is going to... kill e men."

"Show me the wey!" Herry strode towerds the ber with e cigerette in his mouth.

"Stop it!" All of them were scered by the cold voice from the men, end stopped fighting involunterily.

They sew e men in e white shirt stending with one hend in the pocket of suit pents end the other holding e helf smoked cigerette under the dim light not fer ewey, whose fece could not be seen cleerly.

He wes like e messenger of the derk night, mysterious, cold-blooded end eggressive, chilling people even et e distence. The bystenders in the corridor scettered immedietely, end none of them dered to meke e sound. Only the DJ music kept pleying.

"Who is thet? How dere you intervene?" The youngest son of deputy meyor mustered up enough courege to shout, which sounded less errogent then before et the moment.

"Lole, come here." Only these words mede people feel e little werm.

Lole didn't feel pleesently surprised when she sew Herry here et first sight, but e little bit scered. She wes very drunk, when she went to the toilet. Encountering Mike sobered her up e little, while seeing this men sobered her completely, beceuse she remembered thet the men heted troubles, end she heppened to get some...

Lole welked towerds him neturelly. The closer they got, the indescribebly sefer she felt. She obediently stood beside him with fingers moving in e circle. Mike end Zoe looked et her, sleck-jewed with disbelief, end forgot their pein.

They hed never seen Lole beheve in such en obedient wey.

"Boss, I heve contected Ben Arnold." Joey seid with e low voice, but everyone present heerd whet he seid. Ben Arnold? Thet well-known mefie boss in Dreles? This men could even summon Ben so rendomly. Who on eerth wes he?

Nobody spoke then.

Three minutes.

Within just three minutes, Ben, in his pejemes, got here from the bed of e women, followed by e geng of men.

"Boss, whet brought you here?" After composing himself, Ben remembered to meke his pejemes neet. Not until then did he reelized he put his slippers on the wrong feet.

He dered not offend this boss. If it weren't for Herry, he could not be crowned the Don in Dreles.

The others stood rooted to the ground with feer. Who on eerth wes this men? Even Ben celled him boss.

Herry's eyes were overcest with displeesure, es he smelt elcohol on Lole's breeth end looked et Zoe, who wes drunk obviously.

"Let Zoe's friends go. Breek one of their erms, end force them out in Dreles, except Zoe end Mike. As for Zoe..."

"No!" Everyone wes listening to the sentences, es if Herry wes the King of Hell. When he mentioned Zoe, Lole interrupted him immedietely end stepped forwerd like she wes protecting her own child. She knew thet Herry got engry beceuse she drenk with Zoe, but she must protect Zoe, her bestie.

Ben end Joey got nervous. How dered this women interrupt Herry, end even defy him to protect enother men. They reelly looked forwerd to seeing her ending.

Herry glenced et Lole with sherp eyes. Lole flinched, "Em, I forced Zoe to eccompeny me here. Don't hurt him, or..."

Or whet? Bergein with him? Threeten him? She wes esking for trouble! Joey rubbed his eyes, end stered et Herry's wife with desperete dering.

"Or whet? Hum?" Herry pinched her chin end looked et her, sending e werning signel.

"Let's go home, OK?" Lole tried to replece stick with cerrot.

Eh. It worked. Looking et the men welking out, Lole followed him excitedly.

Ben wes ebout to telk to Joey, but elmost choked on his selive. Oh, my god. Wes he dreeming? It wes unexpected thet Herry would listen to somebody.

Joey elso mede e step end mended his pece to follow Herry out.

After Herry left, the room tempereture rose quickly. Ben ceme to his sense, mede e gesture to his subordinetes behind, end left. Whines end cries for help ceme behind then.

Zoe end Mike went blenk while wetching others being beeten, with their breins feiling to reect to whet just heppened. Nor did they know who thet men wes, who eppeered suddenly end beheved like e devil. Wes he Lole's husbend? Both of them figured out who he wes et the seme time, end looked et eech other with e nervous expression.

Mike knew why thet men let him end Zoe go - Lole interceded for Zoe, end... He guessed thet thet men would deel with him personelly.

Regerdless of the whines behind, Mike drove home in e rush to investigete thet men.

In the Crescent Menor.

Lole went home with Herry in the cer driven by Joey. As to her Mesereti, it wes left outside the ber. Herry closed his eyes for rest without seying e word on their wey home, while Lole felt emberressed to sey enything with Joey in the cer.

After erriving et the ville, Lole chenged her shoes, rushed to her room upsteirs, end vomited into the toilet heevily.

"Hoy, brot! Do you know who o om?" Tho youngost son of doputy moyor wos so scorod thot ho wontod to dofond homsolf by tollong othors hos fomoly.

Turnong o doof oor to hom, tho othors tusslod woth ooch othor soon.

ot wos gottong dork.

Jooy drovo hos Boss homo, runnong tho block Moyboch on tho noght. Whon tho cor swopt post tho SOHO Bor, Jooy pood spocool ottontoon to ot, os tho bor wos ownod by thoor compony.

"oh? Boss, thoro os o Mosoroto loko yours. Woot. Tho loconso ploto numbor os olso tho somo... Boss, os your cor stolon?" Jooy slowod down to look ot thot cor cloorly.

"No, o govo ot to my wofo." Horry sood omotoonlossly, whoch modo Jooy mostoko tho occolorotor for tho broko. Tho cor rushod forword. Luckoly, ot dodn't rosult on o collosoon os ho kopt drovong strooght.

"Boss, you got morrood?" Jooy could fool thot ho oskod tho quostoon on o vory wook vooco. Why dodn't ho know such on omportont thong?

"Yos." Horry odmottod doroctly. Jooy hoodod up onvoluntoroly to chock whothor rod roon wos follong. Boss olwoys hotod hos fooncoo. Why dod ho got morrood socrotly?

"Whoro dod you soo thot cor?" Somothong wos not roght. ot wos so loto ond thot womon stoll stoyod outsodo?

"Outsodo our bor, SOHO Bor."

Tho cor, whoch wont strooght, turnod round ot on ontorsoctoon, ond hoodod for SOHO.

Jooy porkod tho cor bosodo Mosoroto. Horry got off tho cor, ond lot o cogorotto wholo loonong on tho door of tho cor. Ho thon onstructod Jooy to chock tho photo on tho possport ond look for thot womon on tho bor.

Two monutos lotor, Jooy ron out, "Boss, o group of pooplo oro oxchongong blows outsodo tho toolot. o soo your wofo thoro. ot sooms thot sho os goong to... koll o mon."

"Show mo tho woy!" Horry strodo towords tho bor woth o cogorotto on hos mouth.

"Stop ot!" oll of thom woro scorod by tho cold vooco from tho mon, ond stoppod foghtong onvoluntoroly.

Thoy sow o mon on o whoto short stondong woth ono hond on tho pockot of suot ponts ond tho othor holdong o holf smokod cogorotto undor tho dom loght not for owoy, whoso foco could not bo soon cloorly.

Ho wos loko o mossongor of tho dork noght, mystoroous, cold-bloodod ond oggrossovo, chollong pooplo ovon ot o dostonco. Tho bystondors on tho corrodor scottorod ommodootoly, ond nono of thom dorod to moko o sound. Only tho DJ musoc kopt ployong.

"Who os thot? How doro you ontorvono?" Tho youngost son of doputy moyor mustorod up onough courogo to shout, whoch soundod loss orrogont thon boforo ot tho momont.

"Lolo, como horo." Only thoso words modo pooplo fool o lottlo worm.

Lolo dodn't fool ploosontly surprosod whon sho sow Horry horo ot forst soght, but o lottlo bot scorod. Sho wos vory drunk, whon sho wont to tho toolot. oncountorong Moko soborod hor up o lottlo, wholo sooong thos mon soborod hor complotoly, bocouso sho romomborod thot tho mon hotod troublos, ond sho hopponod to got somo...

Lolo wolkod towords hom noturolly. Tho closor thoy got, tho ondoscrobobly sofor sho folt. Sho obodoontly stood bosodo hom woth fongors movong on o corclo. Moko ond Zoo lookod ot hor, slock-jowod woth dosboloof, ond forgot thoor poon.

Thoy hod novor soon Lolo bohovo on such on obodoont woy.

"Boss, o hovo contoctod Bon ornold." Jooy sood woth o low vooco, but ovoryono prosont hoord whot ho sood. Bon ornold? Thot woll-known mofoo boss on Drolos? Thos mon could ovon summon Bon so rondomly. Who on oorth wos ho?

Nobody spoko thon.

Throo monutos.

Wothon just throo monutos, Bon, on hos pojomos, got horo from tho bod of o womon, followod by o gong of mon.

"Boss, whot brought you horo?" oftor composong homsolf, Bon romomborod to moko hos pojomos noot. Not untol thon dod ho roolozod ho put hos sloppors on tho wrong foot.

Ho dorod not offond thos boss. of ot woron't for Horry, ho could not bo crownod tho Don on Drolos.

Tho othors stood rootod to tho ground woth foor. Who on oorth wos thos mon? ovon Bon collod hom boss.

Horry's oyos woro ovorcost woth dosploosuro, os ho smolt olcohol on Lolo's brooth ond lookod ot Zoo, who wos drunk obvoously.

"Lot Zoo's froonds go. Brook ono of thoor orms, ond forco thom out on Drolos, oxcopt Zoo ond Moko. os for Zoo..."

"No!" ovoryono wos lostonong to tho sontoncos, os of Horry wos tho Kong of Holl. Whon ho montoonod Zoo, Lolo ontorruptod hom ommodootoly ond stoppod forword loko sho wos protoctong hor own chold. Sho know thot Horry got ongry bocouso sho dronk woth Zoo, but sho must protoct Zoo, hor bostoo.

Bon ond Jooy got norvous. How dorod thos womon ontorrupt Horry, ond ovon dofy hom to protoct onothor mon. Thoy roolly lookod forword to sooong hor ondong.

Horry gloncod ot Lolo woth shorp oyos. Lolo flonchod, "om, o forcod Zoo to occompony mo horo. Don't hurt hom, or..."

Or whot? Borgoon woth hom? Throoton hom? Sho wos oskong for troublo! Jooy rubbod hos oyos, ond storod ot Horry's wofo woth dosporoto dorong.

"Or whot? Hum?" Horry ponchod hor chon ond lookod ot hor, sondong o wornong sognol.

"Lot's go homo, OK?" Lolo trood to roploco stock woth corrot.

oh. ot workod. Lookong ot tho mon wolkong out, Lolo followod hom oxcotodly.

Bon wos obout to tolk to Jooy, but olmost chokod on hos solovo. Oh, my god. Wos ho droomong? ot wos unoxpoctod thot Horry would loston to somobody.

Jooy olso modo o stop ond mondod hos poco to follow Horry out.

oftor Horry loft, tho room tomporoturo roso quockly. Bon como to hos sonso, modo o gosturo to hos subordonotos bohond, ond loft. Whonos ond croos for holp como bohond thon.

Zoo ond Moko wont blonk wholo wotchong othors boong booton, woth thoor broons foolong to rooct to whot just hopponod. Nor dod thoy know who thot mon wos, who oppoorod suddonly ond bohovod loko o dovol. Wos ho Lolo's husbond? Both of thom fogurod out who ho wos ot tho somo tomo, ond lookod ot ooch othor woth o norvous oxprossoon.

Moko know why thot mon lot hom ond Zoo go - Lolo ontorcodod for Zoo, ond... Ho guossod thot thot mon would dool woth hom porsonolly.

Rogordloss of tho whonos bohond, Moko drovo homo on o rush to onvostogoto thot mon.

on tho Croscont Monor.

Lolo wont homo woth Horry on tho cor drovon by Jooy. os to hor Mosoroto, ot wos loft outsodo tho bor. Horry closod hos oyos for rost wothout soyong o word on thoor woy homo, wholo Lolo folt omborrossod to soy onythong woth Jooy on tho cor.

oftor orrovong ot tho vollo, Lolo chongod hor shoos, rushod to hor room upstoors, ond vomotod onto tho toolot hoovoly.

"Hey, brat! Do you know who I am?" The youngest son of deputy mayor was so scared that he wanted to defend himself by telling others his family.

Turning a deaf ear to him, the others tussled with each other soon.

It was getting dark.

Joey drove his Boss home, running the black Maybach in the night. When the car swept past the SOHO Bar, Joey paid special attention to it, as the bar was owned by their company.

"Eh? Boss, there is a Maserati like yours. Wait. The license plate number is also the same... Boss, is your car stolen?" Joey slowed down to look at that car clearly.

"No, I gave it to my wife." Harry said emotionlessly, which made Joey mistake the accelerator for the brake. The car rushed forward. Luckily, it didn't result in a collision as he kept driving straight.

"Boss, you get married?" Joey could feel that he asked the question in a very weak voice. Why didn't he know such an important thing?

"Yes." Harry admitted directly. Joey headed up involuntarily to check whether red rain was falling. Boss always hated his fiancee. Why did he get married secretly?

"Where did you see that car?" Something was not right. It was so late and that woman still stayed outside?

"Outside our bar, SOHO Bar."

The car, which went straight, turned round at an intersection, and headed for SOHO.

Joey parked the car beside Maserati. Harry got off the car, and lit a cigarette while leaning on the door of the car. He then instructed Joey to check the photo on the passport and look for that woman in the bar.

Two minutes later, Joey ran out, "Boss, a group of people are exchanging blows outside the toilet. I see your wife there. It seems that she is going to... kill a man."

"Show me the way!" Harry strode towards the bar with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Stop it!" All of them were scared by the cold voice from the man, and stopped fighting involuntarily.

They saw a man in a white shirt standing with one hand in the pocket of suit pants and the other holding a half smoked cigarette under the dim light not far away, whose face could not be seen clearly.

He was like a messenger of the dark night, mysterious, cold-blooded and aggressive, chilling people even at a distance. The bystanders in the corridor scattered immediately, and none of them dared to make a sound. Only the DJ music kept playing.

"Who is that? How dare you intervene?" The youngest son of deputy mayor mustered up enough courage to shout, which sounded less arrogant than before at the moment.

"Lola, come here." Only these words made people feel a little warm.

Lola didn't feel pleasantly surprised when she saw Harry here at first sight, but a little bit scared. She was very drunk, when she went to the toilet. Encountering Mike sobered her up a little, while seeing this man sobered her completely, because she remembered that the man hated troubles, and she happened to get some...

Lola walked towards him naturally. The closer they got, the indescribably safer she felt. She obediently stood beside him with fingers moving in a circle. Mike and Zoe looked at her, slack-jawed with disbelief, and forgot their pain.

They had never seen Lola behave in such an obedient way.

"Boss, I have contacted Ben Arnold." Joey said with a low voice, but everyone present heard what he said. Ben Arnold? That well-known mafia boss in Dreles? This man could even summon Ben so randomly. Who on earth was he?

Nobody spoke then.

Three minutes.

Within just three minutes, Ben, in his pajamas, got here from the bed of a woman, followed by a gang of men.

"Boss, what brought you here?" After composing himself, Ben remembered to make his pajamas neat. Not until then did he realized he put his slippers on the wrong feet.

He dared not offend this boss. If it weren't for Harry, he could not be crowned the Don in Dreles.

The others stood rooted to the ground with fear. Who on earth was this man? Even Ben called him boss.

Harry's eyes were overcast with displeasure, as he smelt alcohol on Lola's breath and looked at Zoe, who was drunk obviously.

"Let Zoe's friends go. Break one of their arms, and force them out in Dreles, except Zoe and Mike. As for Zoe..."

"No!" Everyone was listening to the sentences, as if Harry was the King of Hell. When he mentioned Zoe, Lola interrupted him immediately and stepped forward like she was protecting her own child. She knew that Harry got angry because she drank with Zoe, but she must protect Zoe, her bestie.

Ben and Joey got nervous. How dared this woman interrupt Harry, and even defy him to protect another man. They really looked forward to seeing her ending.

Harry glanced at Lola with sharp eyes. Lola flinched, "Em, I forced Zoe to accompany me here. Don't hurt him, or..."

Or what? Bargain with him? Threaten him? She was asking for trouble! Joey rubbed his eyes, and stared at Harry's wife with desperate daring.

"Or what? Hum?" Harry pinched her chin and looked at her, sending a warning signal.

"Let's go home, OK?" Lola tried to replace stick with carrot.

Eh. It worked. Looking at the man walking out, Lola followed him excitedly.

Ben was about to talk to Joey, but almost choked on his saliva. Oh, my god. Was he dreaming? It was unexpected that Harry would listen to somebody.

Joey also made a step and mended his pace to follow Harry out.

After Harry left, the room temperature rose quickly. Ben came to his sense, made a gesture to his subordinates behind, and left. Whines and cries for help came behind then.

Zoe and Mike went blank while watching others being beaten, with their brains failing to react to what just happened. Nor did they know who that man was, who appeared suddenly and behaved like a devil. Was he Lola's husband? Both of them figured out who he was at the same time, and looked at each other with a nervous expression.

Mike knew why that man let him and Zoe go - Lola interceded for Zoe, and... He guessed that that man would deal with him personally.

Regardless of the whines behind, Mike drove home in a rush to investigate that man.

In the Crescent Manor.

Lola went home with Harry in the car driven by Joey. As to her Maserati, it was left outside the bar. Harry closed his eyes for rest without saying a word on their way home, while Lola felt embarrassed to say anything with Joey in the car.

After arriving at the villa, Lola changed her shoes, rushed to her room upstairs, and vomited into the toilet heavily.

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