Chapter 34: Her CELTA British Accent

Ford's slender fingertips glided past with a dense trembling sensation, as if tiny fireworks were burning her skin all the way to lightning and flint.

Julia's entire body stiffened, and she forced herself to ask calmly, "Ah, what does Fordie sweetie want to settle with me?"

She returned the favor and smiled sweetly.

She thought, 'If you dare to flirt with me, I dare to disgust you.'

Ford tilted his head and looked at her with a smile, "There's no hurry."

"...?..."

She didn't want to live in this man's house anymore. The world was so big that she wanted to wander around.

Julia followed behind the man in a sullen mood and walked slowly.

Suddenly a sound of a girl's whispered echoed behind them. "Are we leaving just like this?"

"Forget it, Isn't Joshua's meaning obvious enough..."

Julia's footsteps slowed down, and their voices immediately subsided.

"Stop it.."

Julia took a look and felt that the two of them looked a little familiar. She caught up with Ford and pulled off his sleeve. "My stomach hurts. Will you wait for me in the car?"

Ford nodded and walked out.

Just as the two girls were about to leave, Julia quickly stopped them and asked coldly, "Which private room?"

The two girls were stunned. They only felt that the girl wearing the mask in front of them looked a little familiar, and they couldn't remember who it was for a moment.

One of them wore an exaggerated earring and said unhappily, "I don't know what you're talking about, can you get out of the way?"

Julia frowned, "Which private room did you eat in just now?"

The girl in the pink hat was obviously a little dumbfounded. She blankly said, "We… we…"

"Madelina....!"

The girl called Madelina was interrupted by the girl with big earrings before she could say anything. The girl snorted, "Why should I tell you?"

After she finished speaking, she pulled Madelina sideways and walked forward. When she passed by Julia, Julia grabbed her arm and threw it backwards.

The big earring girl took two steps back. She glared at Julia fiercely and shrieked, "Who are you! Let go of me … let go!"

Julia pinched her arm and said coldly, "Tell me which private room Stacy is in."

On the side, Madelina was timid and cried, "Room No.9... She is in Room No.9, please, please save her..."

"Madelina, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"Audrey... She's one of us..."

Julia let go of her hand and looked at Audrey coldly, "Do you know what it means to repay good and evil? It means when you are in the same situation, there will be people who treat you the same way you treat others."

With that, she quickened her pace and ran back.

When they arrived at the entrance of the Room No.9, she could faintly hear the extremely weak sobs and roars of men coming from the door.

"Fuck!" Julia pulled off her mask and raised her hand to smash the door with anger. The curses inside continued, but no one opened the door.

She lifted her foot and wanted to kick the door. Seeing that she was still wearing sandals from the TV station, she took off it and raised a pair of high heels to hit the door randomly. The door was stabbed by the thin heels of her shoes, leaving big and Small spots.

The movement attracted the attention of the two waitress. The little girl who was pounding on the door was extremely slender and beautiful, but her movements were rather manic.

They were so frightened that they didn't dare to go forward, so they could only whisper to inform the leader.

The person in the private room finally couldn't help but shout at the top of his voice, "Damn it! You want to die, don't you?"

Julia remained silent, but her movement were even harder, and she smashed them randomly.

Paaaaaaaa-----!

One of the heels was unable to withstand the force and flew away. She grabbed the remaining one and grabbed the heel of her shoe to continue. Suddenly, the door was forcefully pulled open.

The middle—aged man behind the door scolded angrily, "F*ck, where did you get this madwoman! Go kill yourself if you have lived enough!"

Julia held her high heels in her hands and said coldly, "I'm here to tell you that your mother is dead!"

Before the middle—aged man could react, she barged in from one side.

In the private room, Stacy sat on the ground with messy hair. Half of her face was swollen, and the corners of her mouth were broken and stained with blood. There were five particularly conspicuous red fingerprints on her face. One side of the black skirt was torn apart, and the white thighs exposed were covered with purple pinch marks.

Her eyes were empty as she stared blankly at the approaching people without any reaction.

Julia pulled off the tablecloth on the coffee table and surrounded her. Then, she helped Stacy up and sat her down on a chair. Then, she put her baseball cap on Stacy's head and said softly, "You are safe now."

Stacy's eyes suddenly turned red as tears gushed out of her eyes. It was silent but surging, her body was trembling violently.

Julia's hands held Stacy's shoulders and let her look into her eyes. She said firmly, "Don't be afraid, I won't let him hurt you."

Only then did the middle—aged man realize that it was only a little girl who came in. He immediately felt embarrassed and shouted, "Who the fuck are you! Get out of here while I'm talking kindly!"

Julia turned around and looked at him coldly, "If I were you, I would roll with tail between legs right now."

The middle—aged man looked at the girl's exquisite little face and he became exited, "Your face isn't bad. It's even more beautiful than that little bitch. Since you've come to me, I'll do it one by one. You two can do it together."

Julia looked over with disdain, "It's not your fault that you look like a pig. Don't expose your IQ just by saying that. Even a pig would feel insulted!"

The middle—aged man obviously didn't expect the little girl to scold him. He pointed at Julia's face and said, "You, you, you, you are courting death..."

Julia sneered in her heart. 'You are in a hurry but I hadn't played my part yet.'

She glanced at the man and snorted, "I'm not your mother. I will not spoil you. You, an animal whose brain full with bean curd and cerebellar atrophy, makes me wonder if you planted yourself in feces when you were young and amputated your neck and above when you went to the hospital for emergency treatment. Or did your father accidentally throw your head over while pouring the bath water? Or did your mother throw your baby body away and raise the placenta when she gave birth to you? Don't think that if you don't eat shit, you won't stink. Your stench is natural. You, big idiot, you should go back to the pile of shit. That's your home."

"F*ck!" The middle—aged man was simply furious. He had always held a high position and had always been praised by others. When had he ever been scolded like this?

He stretched out his fierce hand and wanted to slap, "You nasty little bitch, do you know who I am?"

Julia narrowed her eyes and grabbed the impudent hand without saying a word. With a sudden movement, the slender heels of her high heels accurately smashed towards the head in front of her.

The sound was more rhythmic than smashing the door, "bang bang bang bang—" exceptionally cadence. She smashed the ugly head so hard that blood flowed everywhere, and the flesh on his forehead was turned out.

The middle—aged man covered his head and let out an extremely miserable cry. He lost his former momentum. He hurdled up and cry out even more.

The surroundings were so quiet that the clock ticking could be heard, together with the sound of a wailing man.

Lucas' eyes were about to pop out. He couldn't believe what he saw. This little girl holding high heels and smashing people's heads was Julia?

Julia, who can scold fiercely with her excellent CELTA British accent?

"Cousin, am I hallucinating?"

Ford put his hand in his pocket, his expression was lazy and extremely calm, as if he had expected, "No."