Savage Love On His Wheelchair

"Sir, can | invite you for a dance?" A very pretty-looking girl asked with a smile.

Marcy gave Rosemary a look and said to the girl in front of her, "But | already have a date?" The girl smiled slightly, looked at Rosemary, and said, "Hello, can | borrow your boyfriend for a dance?" "Sure!" Afterwards, Rosemary saw that Marcy had no intention to stand up, so she deliberately went forward to hold Marcy's arm and said petulantly, "Honey, didn't you just say you wanted to dance? | broke my foot, so let this lady dance with you!" Looking at a small woman Rosemary, Marcy slightly froze, the heart crossed a touch of strange, but soon disappeared without.

The girl looked at Marcy with a smile and said slowly, "May 1?" The girl standing next to her felt that with Marcy's temper, she would have had the girl in front of her thrown out straight away at this moment, because in the underworld, Marcy is notorious for not getting close to women.

However, not only did Marcy not get angry, but she slowly put her glass down, slowly stood up, calmly unbuttoned one button of her suit and looked at her, "Yes!" "Young master!" Marks stepped forward and tried to say something, but Marcy just made him close his voice by Yang's hand.

Marcy held out her hand toward the girl.

The girl pondered for a moment, and finally, rested her hand gently into his palm. Fingers touching, the corners of Marcy's mouth raised a bloodthirsty cold smile.

Dance music, floating in every corner of the venue, two people, skilled footwork, embracing each other, soon slipped into the dance floor.

The big red skirt fluttered in the field, and the beauty called for confused eyes.

The men looked at Marcy with envy.

Women are staring enviously at this woman of unknown origin. Marcy has rejected so many women, even the dance partner she brought with her today did not dance with him, yet she was the only one who did not reject her.

Rosemary watched the duo dancing in the middle of the dance floor, but her mind was not on them.

Instead, | was wondering if | had just misunderstood Marcy's meaning.

The masked man stood on the parapet upstairs, his eyes moving slowlyas he walked down the center of the hall, and finally his eyes fell on Rosemary's body.

Looking at Rosemary, who was moving frequently, the masked man saw a familiar figure in her body.

"Young master, Marcus is looking for you?" The waiters voice took the masked man's thoughts away from Rosemary's and said coldly, "Got it!" The words fell, the masked man turned and left.

Rosemary felt a familiar chill sweeping in from not far away, raised her head and looked around, saw nothing suspicious, shook her head, did she think too much.

"Miss, can | ask you to dance?" Just when Rosemary didn't know how to give a push, a warm male voice sounded in her ears.

"Sorry, this lady has agreed to dance with me!" Walking up to Rosemary, Fred took her hand and the two of them slowly slid into the middle of the dance floor.

"Mr. Meyer, you are a great dancer!" "Is that so?" Marcy lowered her head and looked at the woman in front of her, angelic face, perfect and impeccable body, indeed a beauty on earth! "After dancing for so long, | haven't asked your nyet?" The sexy, husky and magnetic voice rang in the girl's ears.

The girl was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Mr. Meyer just callAbby!" "Abby?" "If Abby is here for Faye's birthday party, why did she dragin with her?" Abby looked at Marcy with an I-don't-know-what-you're-saying look.

Marcy cup to Abby's ear, and her warm and charming voice rang out in her ear word by word.

"Since you already know my identity, if you want to killor not, do as you wish!" With the music in her step, Rosemary was like a happy spirit on the dance floor, weaving in and out.

"If I was going to Kill you, | wouldn't have been with you in this play in the first place?" Looking at Abby, Marcy said word for word.

"So what do you want?" Abby looked at the dangerous man in front of her, and it turned out that her every move was already under his control, and now she was like a fish on a chopping board that was at the mercy of others.

"I don't want your life, but I, Marcy, never make a losing deal either. Since | saved your life today, | also hope you will know how to retumn the favor!" In a short sentence, Abby already knew that Marcy deliberately danced with herself to get sinformation from her own mouth! "I'll give you thirty seconds to think about it, and if you haven't thought about it yet, it's out of time!" Marcy's eyes always had his debauched smile in them, but this smile looked to Abby like a Mansa Jua from hell.

Bloodthirsty, ruthless! "Time's up, Abby think?" She already has no way back, no matter which one she chooses, her future days will not be easy! "There are ghosts inside that have been lurking for years!" After saying that, Abby said with a smile on her face, "Mr. Meyer, if one day Abby can't get along over there, | still hope Mr. Meyer can take her in!" When the song was over, Abby smiled faintly at Marcy and turned to leave.

"Young master!" Marks walked up to Marcy's side and shouted respectfully.

Seeing that something was wrong with Marcy, Fred realized that something was wrong and smiled and said something by Rosemary's ear that, to onlookers, looked like a common interaction between lovers.

Nodding, Rosemary walked slowly toward Marcy.

Before he could reach Marcy's side, Rosemary suddenly stumbled and fell backwards.

"Vanessa!" Fortunately, Marcy was quick to catch Rosemary.

Fred looked at what was happening in front of him and couldn't believe it, this Vanessa's acting was too realistic! Looking at the pale Rosemary, Marcy's heart tightened and she hurriedly picked her up and headed for the guest room.

"Mr. Meyer, please follow me!" A waiter hurriedly led Marcy towards the VIP room upstairs.

Putting Rosemary on the bed, Fred hurried over and took Rosemary's pulse! "No way! Really dizzy!" "What did you say?" Hearing Fred muttering there, Marcy turned around and asked.

After doing schecking, Fred then said, "Don't worry! She's fine!" "What's going on here?" "I just asked Vanessa to think of a way for us to be able to leave the venue, but | didn't expect her to actually pass out!" Lowering his voice, Fred glanced at Rosemary lying on the bed and said resentfully.

"Luckily Vanessa is fine, if something happens, | will not let you go!" Glaring at Fred, Marcy said coldly.