He Let His Secretary Move In, Then Regretted It

Chapter 4 The Slap

"Still pretending? You're not even worth a thousand bucks if we sold you."

"Strip her."

The dark-faced man and a few others stepped forward with disgusting grins, grabbing at my clothes.

Someone even started a livestream, shouting that everyone should watch what happens to a homewrecker.

Just as my clothes were about to be torn open, a Maybach rolled up to the entrance.

A cool, composed voice rang out, laced with faint impatience.

"Didn't I tell you not to make a scene?"

Adrian stood there with one hand on the car door, barely frowning, yet the entire crowd fell silent.

Nina immediately leaned into him, tugging at his sleeve, her voice soft and sweet.

"Adrian, this woman is disgusting. She's ruining your reputation in front of everyone. I only did this for you."

His expression softened. He reached out and gently patted her head.

"You. Always such a temper. Just relying on me to clean up after you, huh?"

The way he indulged her hit me like a slap in the face.

Back then, I was known for being willful and spoiled. And Adrian used to protect me the exact same way, always handling everything for me.

He once said it in front of everyone. "If anyone messes with you, hit them back. I want to see who even dares touch you."

Everyone in Minton knew that crossing Adrian was one thing. But crossing me meant you were done.

I never thought the warmth and protection that once belonged only to me would be given so easily to another woman.

My heart went cold. The last bit of attachment I had to Adrian shattered.

He glanced at me, frowning slightly.

"This the crazy woman you were talking about?"

My face was swollen and battered beyond recognition, my clothes filthy and torn. He didn't recognize me at all.

Seeing him look at me a little longer, Nina quickly pulled his attention back.

"It's her. I was just about to stream it so everyone can see what happens to a side chick."

Adrian looked away indifferently and nodded.

"Let someone else handle it. Don't dirty your hands."

Nina beamed, clinging to him.

"This b***h has some nerve. She even claimed she's Mrs. Ford."

A chill spread through Adrian's presence.

"Tessa is the only Mrs. Ford. Anyone who dares to ruin her name is asking to die."

Hearing him say that, a twisted flicker of resentment crossed Nina's face, but she quickly changed the subject.

"I was just joking. Come on, let's go home. Didn't you say you'd cook for me?"

She shot a look at the others. The people who had paused immediately rushed forward again, grabbing at my clothes.

I struggled with everything I had, a hoarse cry tearing out of my throat.

Adrian wrapped an arm around Nina's slim waist. As he walked past me, he didn't even spare me a glance.

I held my slightly rounded belly, tears of regret falling silently.

I thought, 'Baby… I'm sorry. I chose the wrong father for you. Maybe not coming into this world is a blessing.'

Just as my dress was ripped open with a loud tear, a long convoy of luxury cars pulled up outside with overwhelming presence.

The crowd gasped.

"Who is that? Even more impressive than the Ford family?"

"That Rolls-Royce in that color, there's only one in the country. And that 888 plate? You can't just buy that."

Even Adrian stopped walking.

The moment he saw who stepped out of the car, his expression changed. He pushed Nina aside and hurried forward.

"What are you doing here..."

Slap!

A sharp sound cut through the air.

A clear handprint appeared instantly on Adrian's face. The entire place fell dead silent.