My Wife Is An All-Around Expert

Violet assessed the situation and realized they didn’t intend to let her

leave.

She turned and calmly looked at the people in the private room. “Who is Mr. Gerald Olson?”

All eyes turned toward the man sitting in the dim corner.

He was decent-looking with a buzz cut, but there was a scar on his forehead that gave him a slightly menacing appearance. His gaze held a

hint of ruthlessness.

He cleared his throat. “Miss Webb! You're here.”

Violet looked at him expressionlessly. “You must be Mr. Gerald Olson.”

Gerald smirked. “Indeed, Miss Webb. Please have a seat.”

Violet observed the rowdy atmosphere in the room and had no intention. of sitting down.

She said, “This environment doesn’t seem suitable for discussing custom jewelry requirements. Perhaps we should reschedule our meeting for another day.”

Violet turned to leave, but the man with blonde hair reached out to grab

her.

She swiftly seized his wrist and deftly twisted it, producing a crisp sound of bones snapping. The man immediately let out a pained cry.

Violet pushed him away. “Mr. Olson, if this is your way of hosting guests, then I’m afraid | must decline.”

Two more men rushed forward and stood in front of the private room door.

Gerald stood up with a smile and said, “As expected, you're indeed. Patrick’s woman. Quite spirited.”

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Violet's expression darkened. “So, all of this trouble is because of Patrick?” Gerald snorted. “Well, why else? There are countless women in the world. Why would | go out of my way to trouble you? Haven't you figured it out?” Violet’s voice turned cold. “Mr. Olson, | don’t know where you heard such things, but unfortunately, you’re mistaken. | am not Patrick’s woman.”Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Gerald remained unconvinced and said leisurely, “Did | misunderstand?

I've heard the Wamily got into trouble because Patrick flew into a

rage for his beloved. Please don’t tell me that this is just a rumor!”

Violet saw through it. Even if she denied it, this man wouldn't let her go. She said, “What will it take for you to let me leave? Are you implying that you could openly kill me here?”

Gerald chuckled and said, “I wouldn’t dare to resort to murder. However, there are many ways to make your life unbearable without killing you.”

He put on a bloodthirsty smile. “Miss Webb, do you know why most cases. of harassment involving women end up unresolved? It's because there are no witnesses or physical evidence! Without evidence, no one can do anything to me!”

Violet's face instantly turned extremely unpleasant.

She never expected that the so-called custom jewelry deal was a complete.

trap.

From the beginning, Gerald had come with the intention to harm her.

She looked warily at the people in the private room.

They all seemed oblivious to the confrontation between her and Gerald.

Her hand reached into her bag, and suddenly, she kicked the man closest to her with great force. Then, she grabbed the pepper spray and sprayed it directly into another man’s face. Then, she rushed toward the door of the private room.

Gerald didn’t expect Violet to be so agile and fierce.

Aglint flashed in his eyes. “Hold her for me!”

He wanted to see if Patrick’s woman tasted different from others!

Violet had just pulled open the door to the private room when she was immediately yanked back inside.

Gerald strode over, grabbed Violet's arm, threw the pepper spray to the ground, and pinned her against the wall.

His strength was surprisingly great. He grasped Violet’s chin and sneered. “Does Patrick really take you seriously? Let me see how attractive you are!”

Violet's expression changed, and she immediately lifted her leg to charge at Gerald’s vulnerable spot.

Gerald didn’t notice her action. Suddenly, his face contorted in pain as he fell back onto a nearby table.

The spilled drinks covered the floor, and Gerald bent over in agony, clutching his body. He was extremely infuriated. He shouted, “Hold her hands and feet, strip her down! Let’s see if she dares to run!”

Several men approached, reaching out to grab Violet and attempting to tear her clothes.

Violet was pushed to the ground. Then, she reached for a wine bottle that had just rolled off the table.

Her hand had just touched the wine bottle, but she hadn’t made a move

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Unexpectedly, the door to the private room was kicked open from the outside.