The Genius Ex-Wife’s Revenge Portfolio novel Chapter 203

He was teasing her on purpose. The only time she looked alive was when she glared at him.

“Beg me,” David said, “and I’ll take you with me.”

He could see right through her. From the moment he walked in, he knew exactly how desperate her situation was. He wanted her to ask for his help.

But Ella would never do that. She didn’t need saving, and she definitely didn’t want to owe him anything.

“Mr. Harmon, let me go! Please.” Ella forced herself away and stood up, finally breaking free from his lap. She didn’t want to stay another second. She grabbed the door and walked out of the private room.

Mr. Johnson stood up fast. “Mr. Harmon, should we leave now?” He wouldn’t dare go without David’s say-so.

David said nothing.

That silence was all the answer Mr. Johnson needed. He hurried out.

David’s face turned icy, his eyes dark and stormy. Everyone else in the room could feel his mood shift. They exchanged nervous looks, wondering what had set him off.

Ella and Monica were shoved into Mr. Johnson’s luxury car by men in black suits. Monica shrank into the corner, shaking with fear. Mr. Johnson stared at Ella, sitting rigidly beside him. “So, what did Mr. Harmon say to you back there?”

When Ella didn’t answer, Mr. Johnson grabbed her face, squeezing her cheeks. “Wow, you actually sat on Mr. Harmon’s lap. That’s a first. I’ve never seen anyone get that close to him before.”

Ella frowned and tried to pull away. “Don’t touch me with your dirty hands.”

He didn’t let go. Her skin was sensitive, and his grip left red marks on her face. Seeing that only made him more excited. “I was going to wait until we got to the hotel to have some fun, but I just can’t wait. You’re definitely a prize. Lucky me.”

Mr. Johnson sat up, looking out the rear window. A Rolls-Royce Phantom was right on their tail. His face went white. He knew that car. It was David’s.

David was following them.

“Mr. Harmon?” Mr. Johnson was stunned. Why was David here?

In the next instant, the Rolls-Royce slammed on the gas and crashed into them with a bone-rattling thud. The impact was brutal. The back of Mr. Johnson’s car crumpled under the hit.

Screeching tires filled the air. Mr. Johnson’s car was forced to a stop.

The door of the Rolls-Royce swung open. David stepped out, tall and commanding, his expression unreadable. He strode straight over to their car and pulled open the back door.