The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 910 - 889: Bianca Instantly Takes Down the Scumbag!

Chapter 910: Chapter 889: Bianca Instantly Takes Down the Scumbag!

"Blondie? I’m not a blondie, I’m a handsome guy!"

Having just been called handsome by the girl he fancied at first sight, he certainly wouldn’t admit to being a blondie when she called him that right after. "I’m a handsome guy and you’re a beautiful woman, let’s date! Then we can have a gorgeous mixed-race baby. My daddy will get you a green card, isn’t that what you Chinese people want the most? Date me and your dreams will come true!"

Dreams come true?

Your dreams my ass!

This time, Bianca didn’t hold back at all and delivered a direct kick upward with her leg...

"Ah!"

A sharp pain exploded in his eardrum as the man who was just forcefully holding onto her now clutched his groin, in pain, hopping chaotically on the floor.

Bianca briskly dusted off her hands, then leaned over to look at him, and with utter disdain said, "Try to touch me again and see what happens! Who cares about your damn green card? Our country is so wonderful, do you think I need to stray to your America? Brother, you better find a mirror and check the color of your own hair before you hit on someone. As for people of other ethnicities, I, Bianca Gordon, am simply not interested!"

Really, did he think she was some naive little wildcat who had never seen the world? Flaunting the green card, of all things—she detested those who strut around as if they were something special, especially those who trample on other countries’ dignity!

"Why are you such a savage girl?"

The blond guy was in so much pain but didn’t dare to scream out loud. After all, for a man-loved handsome guy like him to be kicked in a man’s dignified place by an Asian woman was a serious loss of face, especially in front of his own school, where a failed flirting attempt meant he couldn’t shout out!

"To deal with savages, one must be savage. Listen up, blondie, don’t put yourself too high up or look down on others!" After beating him up, Bianca felt the gloom from not finding Roy Thompson for the past days fade away, "If you dare insult others again, be careful if I see it, because I’ll beat you every single time I do!"

People who dismiss others so easily just deserve a beating. Mama said, when dealing with men on the streets who are only looking to hit on beautiful women, just hit them where it hurts, rendering them unable to shout, without any unnecessary words—that’s a true skill, practiced for a hundred years in professional pervert defense.

Not considering whose daughter she was before making a move. Her mom was a professional in defending against perverts for a hundred years; even her slick father had suffered at her hands. She had been soaking all this in since she was a kid; dealing with a self-entitled blondie like this was a matter of minutes!

"Clap-Clap-Clap!"

Three rhythmic claps echoed with a resounding sound, trailing off...

"What a girl, actually making us Asians proud!"

Then she heard a deep and husky voice behind her, "This little blondie, relying on his skin and family’s slight advantages, has been hitting on girls at the school entrance for a hundred years, sleeping with one beauty after another. Little did he expect to fall at your hand today, what courage you have, miss!"

Uh?

Was she really that great?

"Small matter, who lets me have the ability to fix him up!"

Birds of a feather flock together and that’s how people group up; without even thinking, she knew these men were up to no good. True enough, she turned around to find eight men with eight pack abs standing in front of her, staring at her back. The moment she turned around, she was face to face with them.

Bianca could clearly see an impressed look on the face of the leading man, clearly satisfied with her face. She was used to such expressions from everyone but her Brother Roy ever since she was little!

"What, you guys want to come at me too?" Bianca raised her eyebrows and glanced at the fashionable men with eight pack abs. You could tell at a glance these guys weren’t from this school. If blondie was just a little annoying with his mouth, then these eight wild men with eight pack abs might just be annoying with their bodies!

Her arm was tattooed with a large dragon, and she wore a sleeveless, tattered black vest; vast expanses of bronze skin were exposed to the air, blazing with untamed animalistic ferocity!

Holy crap!

In this day and age, there’s still the kind of hooligan seen in last century’s movies; is the world regressing?

With the experience gained from her mother’s constant warnings, Bella Gordon glanced at the group and knew just how scoundrelly they were—their intent probably wasn’t just to disrespect and declare feelings, but to professionally abduct women to bed, judging by their outfits, they seemed like they’d snuck over from some distressed country!

To say she wasn’t afraid would be impossible. As a girl who grew up in a "honey jar," alone in America, fear was natural, but at this moment, she couldn’t afford to be afraid!

"Gang up and beat me?" The leader scratched his nose with a rogue’s classic gesture, his lecherous eyes staring straight at Bella Gordon, "How could we bear to gang up on such a pretty girl? We’d be too busy taking good care of you!"

"Don’t bother with those yellow-haired, white-skinned ones. We Asians should stick with our own kind!"

With that, he took a step toward Bella Gordon, "Come back with big brother here, I’ll have the boys behind take care of you, do whatever you want, we’ll treat you like the Queen Mother!"

"Queen Mother? Sorry, but I don’t have a son who’s an Emperor!"

Queen, perhaps, but that would have to wait until her Brother Roy became Emperor—right now, he was suffering in South America!

"No worry if you don’t have a son to be Emperor, we can make one!" he said and shamelessly slapped his chest, "Look at these muscles, trained specifically for eight-pack abs, as fierce as you can get. Don’t all you women like this sort? I guarantee I’ll satisfy you, however many sons you want!"

Bella Gordon: "..."

Who said she wanted a brute?

And to have kids with a bunch of monkeys who haven’t even evolved?

"You think you, with that primitive gorilla look that even our human ancestors would be ashamed of, can father children with me?" Bella Gordon mustered her courage and lifted her chin, "I’ll tell you, you’re only fit to have kids with female zombies that failed evolution. Stick some plastic on yourself and you think you’ve got the abs of a brawny man?"

"Pfft, with the likes of you, my husband could turn you to dust without even brushing his teeth or washing his face!"

Not brushing his teeth or washing his face, Roy Thompson almost lost his cool hearing that. When did such a fierce girl appear at their school’s entrance?

But that voice, why did it sound so...

And that silhouette!

Suddenly, Roy Thompson’s eyes widened in terror to the extreme, his heart thumping chaotically!

Bella Gordon?

His little girl?

How could she be here? Roy Thompson could hardly believe his eyes, rubbing them vigorously, afraid he was suffering a delusion due to eye strain!

After all, such delusions had happened far too many times over these four years!