At this moment, John Locke is very dangerous, like a cheetah that has been lurking deep in the grassland, and has waited for the best hunting opportunity. Emily Watson has an illusion that as long as he moves, she will become his dish.
She slowly stepped back, her eyes turning around, staring at the elevator, as soon as the door opened, she lifted her high heels and stomped on John Lockes toes, pushed him away with her hand, and ran out desperately.
John Lockes feet were painful, but it didnt affect his legs at all.
The moment Emily Watson fled, he quickly caught up.
Emily Watson didnt dare to look back, thinking in her heart that as long as she ran to the main road and stopped a car, she could escape from his clutches.
In a hurry, she stopped a car, regardless of whether it was a taxi, opened the door and was about to get on.
But before she could get in, her body was already in the air.
It was John Locke who hugged her directly from behind.
"Ah... John Locke, you psycho!" Emily Watsons eyes turned red, and she scolded him while forcibly holding back her tears.
"Hey, sir, you cant do this to this lady!" A man in a white shirt got out of the Buick, raising his hands to try to stop John Locke.
John Locke impatiently glared at him: "This is my wife, she is angry and going back to her mothers house, this is a family matter, you dont have to worry!"
"I... I spit, shameless, who is your wife, who wants to go back to her mothers house!" Emily Watson was about to collapse, John Locke you this tasteless man, lying without even blushing or feeling guilty.
"Emily Watson, I advise you to stop making a fuss, they are watching you upstairs!" John Lockes big hand tightly imprisoned her, reminding her coolly.
The mother and son of Jack Dawson were not only peeping at her, but also taking photos with their mobile phones.
Emily Watson looked at her skirt that was wrinkled in the tug of war, and there were several white cars parked around her, watching the excitement, her face turned red, and she quickly lowered her head.
She has already carried enough negative news, and she cant add any more, otherwise Watson Enterprises will really say goodbye to her.
Taking advantage of her stupor, John Locke directly dragged her onto the extended Maybach parked beside her.
As soon as she got on, the car sped away like an arrow.
Emily Watson didnt see Jack Dawsons mouth open in the shape of 0 upstairs.
"My God, Maybach, more than ten million!" He thought to himself that Emily Watson was really good at it. She was designed to sleep with a wild man in the hotel, and then she hooked up with such a rich little start.
It seems that this marriage cant be divorced so easily, at least...
Emily Watsons body was twisted into a twist and nestled in the last row. The car was so fast that she wanted to vomit.
"Stop the car... stop the car, do you hear me!"
The driver was John Lockes special assistant, Wei Xun. He looked up and saw John Locke also indicating to stop the car before slowly pulling the car to the side and stopping.
"John Locke, thats enough, Ive had enough bad luck meeting you, and you still want to toss me around. You drive my familys car and still toss me around, I hate you, I hate you, I will never forgive you in this life!"
The money of the Sheng family is gone, but in vain she has loved him for so many years!
"Thats enough, Emily Watson, you dont know anything at all!" John Locke was also angry.
He cared about her so much that he would rather not take over the Gu Group in the capital and would also stay here to guard Watson Enterprises for her.
But what about her? She married Jack Dawson, that phoenix man, two years ago without saying a word. She wanted nothing and said nothing. She still had a face of utility, and when given some benefits, her tail wagged like a poodle.
What made him most angry was that this womans eyes were blinded, and she couldnt see his essence. She took the dead fish eyes as a treasure.
Moreover, that night she was so enthusiastic about entangling him and constantly asking for it, even if she was drunk, she was calling his name in her mouth.
John Lockes cold eyes were filled with a touch of warmth. He still remembered clearly that she hugged his neck desperately and cried lowly: Locke, it hurts!
His once cold heart suddenly became hot, and John Locke glanced at Wei Xun: "You, get out of the car!"
Emily Watsons heart trembled, and she hugged her arms tightly, looking at him. John Lockes features were three-dimensional, his eyebrows were handsome, his nose was thin and his lips were thin. The sunlight outside the window shone on his smooth forehead, making him as dazzling as a star with ten thousand feet of light.
The two looked at each other, and John Lockes narrow eyes were fixed on Emily Watsons face.
A standard oval face, fair skin, delicate features, and ice-bone jade. But only those phoenix eyes condensed hatred for him, and her crimson lips were tightly pursed, which made his heart a little messy.
He bent over, his nose tip floated over the fresh orchid fragrance on her body, his eyebrows and eyes drooped, looking at her glass-like eyes rolling with innocent eyes like a deer.
John Lockes throat rolled, and his heart throbbed, and he was confused. He suddenly bent down, put his hands on both sides of her shoulders, and suddenly bent down to seize her lips without warning...
"Ugh..."