Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 265 - 264 May he have no offspring! It’s simply devilish!

Chapter 265: 264 May he have no offspring! It’s simply devilish!

With the sound of the door closing, a man’s voice came through.

"Miss Johnson, what’s wrong?"

Hannah Johnson looked up to see Mr. Grant walking in, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips, his expression one of surprise but his eyes brimming with triumphant laughter, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "Need help?"

"How dare you!" Hannah gritted her teeth.

She tried to steady her breathing, leaning against the vanity, her hands tightly clutching her purse.

"I didn’t want it to be this way," Mr. Grant spoke while sucking on his cigarette, puffing out clouds of smoke. The tobacco scent had now filled the entire restroom, thick and suffocating, "But upon careful consideration..."

"This is risky, but the returns could be huge once it’s successful."

Hannah took a deep breath, her fingers clenching tight.

Her nails dug into her palms.

Her well-done manicure cracked, the throbbing pain in her palms helping clear her mind!

Many had attended the Payne Family dinner party today, all notable figures of Capital City. If they were caught, the Hugh Family, considering their reputation, would most likely claim they had been in a relationship.

As long as the Hugh Family acknowledged it, the deed would be done, and everything could be easily settled.

The risk was high,

but if he could indeed marry Hannah, that would be immensely profitable.

As for the Hugh Family or William Hale wanting accountability later, for Hannah’s reputation’s sake, they probably wouldn’t say she was drugged.

In this high society, reputation mattered most:

Who would want a woman he had toyed with?

In the end, she could only obediently become his wife.

Even if the Hugh Family was initially wary of him, they had no men in their family, and how much could William, an outsider, really interfere?

Over time, slowly but surely, the Hugh Family would eventually change their surname to Grant.

To have Hannah, many thought of absurd plans.

But no one dared to execute,

for you can’t catch the cub without entering the tiger’s den!

"Miss Johnson, you look very uncomfortable," Mr. Grant slowly drew the last puff from his cigarette, his greedy gaze slowly scanning over her.

Born with fox-like eyes...

Now, overly excited, the redness at the corners of her eyes made her even more pitiable.

She had just washed her face; the water wasn’t fully wiped off, wet hair strands sticking to her face, water droplets sliding down her cheeks, dipping into her gown’s neckline, vanishing somewhere private.

Her figure was also fiery, a born beauty.

Her temperament fiery too, normally uncontrollable by men, yet such women often stirred the possessive desires of men.

"You’ve truly lost your mind," Hannah bit her lip until it bled, the pain sharpening her thoughts.

"Miss Johnson, you really do look distressed, let me help you."

Mr. Grant tossed away his cigarette butt and quickly advanced towards her.

"I’m warning you for the last time, get out," Hannah’s voice sounded weak.

"Miss Johnson, you’re just being stubborn; you seem unable to even stand. Let me support you."

He hurried forward,

his fingers barely touching Hannah’s arm when she suddenly pulled out a tactical pen from her bag. She pressed a switch; the cap came off, revealing a small sharp blade.

She gathered all her strength...

and stabbed towards him!

The blade entered his arm, causing the man to groan in pain.

"F*ck—" He gritted his teeth, instinctively grabbing the wound, but the next moment, she pulled out a pepper spray from her bag.

Just a spray,

directed at his eyes.

Accompanied by the man’s agonized shrieks, Hannah sharply kicked the already stumbling man to the ground.

"Ah—my eyes, it hurts..." Mr. Grant was lying on the floor, wailing in pain.

Hannah took a deep breath.

She looked down at her palm, her nails had dug too deeply, her palms bloody. She dropped her purse and walked straight towards him.

Looking down at him, covering his eyes and wailing in pain, "Mr. Grant, you seem in a lot of pain, need my help?"

Hannah had been single for a long time, and as a woman in business, she would inevitably meet scum, naturally carrying some self-defense items with her.

"My eyes..."

Mr. Grant tried to open his eyes.

But the pepper spray contained water-soluble capsaicin, smelling it alone was pungent, let alone being sprayed.

The intense burning sensation was too overwhelming, he couldn’t open his eyes, tears continuously flowing down.

"Miss Johnson, I was wrong, let me go."

"I won’t dare again."

"Please, spare me this once, I was just confused for a moment."

"How did you drug me?" Hannah Johnson asked.

"I put some aromatic drugs on my clothes."

"Why weren’t you affected?"

"I might be used to the smell, usual doses don’t affect me," Mr. Grant hurriedly explained.

He truly regretted it now.

This Hannah Johnson...

She was no ordinary woman!

No wonder many desired her downfall, yet no one dared mess with her.

"No wonder," Hannah Johnson took a deep breath, her consciousness beginning to drift again.

Used to the drugs?

How many girls had this bastard harmed using this trick?

"Miss Johnson, I..." Mr. Grant tried to explain further, but Hannah Johnson had no strength left in her arms, only some strength remained in her legs, she looked him up and down, her gaze falling on his groin.

She was still wearing her high heels.

In just a moment,

A man’s heart-wrenching scream echoed through the entire corridor.

It was chilling to hear!

——

Meanwhile, Isaac Shea had already left the banquet hall, looking for Hannah Johnson, calling her without getting an answer, which made him inexplicably irritated.

Hot Spring Villa was too large, he had no idea where exactly Hannah was?

Until he heard a scream.

His breath hitched.

He quickly followed the sound, arriving at a restroom, where a waiter was already knocking on the door, "Is anyone inside? Open the door?"

"Help, help—" a man’s voice came from inside.

"Sir? What happened to you? Sir..."

Isaac Shea furrowed his brows.

This was...

The ladies’ restroom!

Yet there was a man’s voice inside.

The waiter was twisting the doorknob, which was locked from the inside, impossible to open, they thought of getting a key, but Isaac Shea couldn’t care less, "Move aside."

He gritted his teeth, gathering strength.

He kicked,

Hard against the door!

"Bang—" the first time,

It didn’t open!

He kicked three times, the lock twisted, "Boom—" the door swung open, hitting the wall behind fiercely. Mr. Grant lay on the ground, his eyes bloodshot, his hands covering his groin, moaning in pain.

"Help, help me!"

Though Mr. Grant was immune to the drugs, they weren’t entirely ineffective.

His body was hot, reacting.

Having his foot stomped by Hannah Johnson at that moment, one could only imagine how that felt.

Like ascension to heaven!

In that moment, everything before his eyes turned blurry.

As if his soul left his body,

Pain numbed to the core!

Was this woman formidable?

She was downright a devil.

Previously, the circles mentioned she had driven her own father out of the Payne Family and went personally to tear apart her worthless dad’s mistress, very formidable, but they didn’t realize her temper was so fierce.

Caught by her move, she struck with such ferocity!

This kick,

Was meant to end his lineage.

When he saw the man at the door, he saw a savior, "Isaac... Young Master Shea, save me! This woman seduced me and then tried to kill me!"

"Please, call 120, save me."

The pain below was intense.

It was killing him!