Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 111: The maniac is not as special as he imagined

The man’s expression was icy. The chill in his eyes was like being trapped in a glacier, making one shiver. "It’s her own choice."

The cigarette butt was forcefully crushed in the ashtray.

The last wisp of smoke finally dissipated into the air.

Charlie River knew only one thing: after the maniac had been touched by someone, she could never get close to the Young Master again.

The Young Master was a clean freak; his women had to be spotless.

Not a single flaw was tolerated.

The top-tier Club had a Presidential Suite, lavish and extravagantly designed.

Every detail was a testament to the designer’s meticulous care.

Sophie Sullivan was pulled into the suite by Maxwell Sinclair. After he shut the door, he said, "Let’s not waste time. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner I can sign the contract."

Sophie’s expression turned cold. Before Maxwell Sinclair’s hand could touch her, she nimbly dodged away.

Maxwell Sinclair’s hands were left hanging in midair.

Seeing her agile movement, he laughed. "Not bad, your reflexes are sharp. Come on, show me what other tricks you have up your sleeve."

Rubbing his hands together, Maxwell Sinclair was already eager to begin.

"Alright, you go take a bath first." Sophie Sullivan changed her defiant demeanor, offering a faint smile.

Maxwell Sinclair squinted lustfully as he sized her up. Ignoring her half-ugly face, he thought, This woman is a goddamn stunner!

"No rush for the bath. You’ll like my natural manly scent even more," Maxwell Sinclair said, walking towards Sophie Sullivan.

The rolls of fat on his body jiggled with every step he took.

If outsiders described Thomas Shannon as the living King of Hell, then Maxwell Sinclair was a walking mountain of lard!

Just one look at him was enough to make you lose your appetite for greasy food for three days.

Sophie Sullivan had a thing for attractive men. Having been accustomed to someone as exquisite as Thomas Shannon, it was a serious downgrade to now be faced with the likes of Maxwell Sinclair. He’s repulsive.

She was glad she hadn’t eaten breakfast; otherwise, Maxwell Sinclair would have been in for a nasty surprise.

"Take a bath first!" Sophie Sullivan insisted. As Maxwell Sinclair advanced step by step, she retreated in kind.

Eventually, her back hit the floor-to-ceiling windows. There was nowhere left to retreat.

Before her stood Maxwell Sinclair’s obese figure.

Behind her was a dead end, no escape.

"Enough talk. Let’s get started. I’m in a hurry to sign the contract," Maxwell Sinclair said, spreading his arms wide and lunging at her.

Sophie Sullivan seized the opening, her agile form dodging his attack.

She ran to the tea table, grabbed a vase, and smashed it hard onto the ground.

Porcelain shards immediately scattered across the floor.

She picked up a sharp shard, a smirk playing on her red lips as she walked step by step towards Maxwell Sinclair.

Maxwell Sinclair froze for a second. "What do you think you’re doing? Remember, this is your mission! If you dare to mess this up, Young Master Shannon won’t spare you!"

Whether Thomas Shannon would spare me or not, I don’t know.

I only know that if I don’t fight with all I have right now, I’ll be defiled by this pig.

Rather than trust in luck, I believe I can only change my destiny by relying on myself.

"Then open your eyes wide and see if he spares me or not," Sophie Sullivan sneered, advancing on him. Maxwell Sinclair retreated two steps.

I’m a grown man, and she’s just a woman with no strength to speak of! What can she do besides put on a brave front?

The current threat, combined with the slap she’d given him in the private room—old and new hatreds surged through him.

Maxwell Sinclair suddenly lunged forward. "You little bitch! Give you an inch and you take a mile, huh? Watch me teach you a lesson and make you beg for mercy today!"

「Inside the private room」

Smoke filled the air. A strong scent of nicotine permeated the air.

Charlie River couldn’t help but advise, "Young Master, you should smoke less. Your health is what’s most important."

"How long has it been?"