Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 146 - 158: It’s Easy to Dodge an Open Seduction, But Hard to Guard Against Hidden Pettiness (19)

Chapter 146: Chapter 158: It’s Easy to Dodge an Open Seduction, But Hard to Guard Against Hidden Pettiness (19)

Isabel Smith, panting heavily, held onto the last bottle of red wine on the marble table, watching the several people in front of her defensively.

Those men had already dodged the items thrown by Isabel, and now they were equally panting, and also cautiously watched the wine bottle in Isabel’s hand.

Compared to Isabel’s messy hair at this moment, those men were no better off. One of them had his white shirt soaked in red alcohol, sticking wetly to his body.

The scene at the ground level was even more unbearable, with fruits scattered everywhere and broken wine glasses and bottles, mixed with spilled wine.

"Damn, this woman’s fierce!" one man spat, cursing under his breath.

Indeed, they had never seen such a woman so fierce, like a madwoman, smashing anything she saw without hesitation. They were initially caught off guard and each had suffered some punishment.

After a few men stared at Isabel for a moment, they exchanged glances, and one of them walked towards her.

Isabel Smith pursed her lips, tightly gripping the wine bottle and stepped back two steps, realizing she had no escape. She boldly stood up on the sofa, looking condescendingly at the approaching man, and slightly lifted the wine bottle in her hand.

The man showed no fear as the distance between them got closer. Isabel frowned heavily and aimed the wine bottle in her hand at the man’s head. She smashed the bottle at him fiercely.

The wine bottle, with a strong whirling wind, flew at the man, who instinctively sprawled on the ground. The bottle hit the land with a crash, breaking into pieces, and the alcohol splattered everywhere with the bottle debris.

Before the guy lying on the ground got up, the other men rushed towards Isabel.

Isabel instinctively pressed her back against the sofa, reaching out her hand to grope for something. Realizing that all the things that could be smashed were already used up, she gave up.

Soon, the men quickly surrounded her. Her back was pressed tightly against the cold window behind the sofa, and she stared hard at the men in front of her.

One of them blew a breath at Isabel, bringing a burst of alcohol. The smell choked Isabel, causing her to turn her head and involuntarily cough heavily.

The man grinned wickedly at Isabel, raised his hand and reached for her chin. Before his hand could touch her, Isabel lifted her leg and kicked him hard. Another man quickly reached out and grabbed Isabel’s leg, and with a tug, threw her onto the sofa.

Isabel was suddenly thrown down this way and was a bit dizzy. Fortunately, the sofa was exceptionally soft, and she was not hurt. She instinctively tried to prop herself up with the sofa, but another man was faster and bent down, pressing on her. He raised his hand and pinched her chin, looking into her eyes, smiling lightly at her and said, "What? No strength to smash things now? Weren’t you very fierce just now?"

"Get lost!" Isabel cursed fiercely from her mouth.

Her cursing bore no weight to these men, unlike the oppressive feeling when she smashed things just now. They didn’t take it seriously and instead smirked, laughing out loud.

The laughter weighed heavily on Isabel, giving her chills.

After stopping his laughter, the man pressing on her looked down at Isabel and said with a wicked tone, "Rather than rolling away, I’d prefer to roll around with you."

This remark provoked more laughter in the room.

Isabel subconsciously raised her hand.

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