No Escape From Mr. CEO's Dangerous Love

Chapter 72

Harry sneered disdainfully. He was cheating on her? "What evidence do you have to say that I am cheating on you?" This woman was such a ridiculous idiot!

"What evidence do you have to say that I aborted my child?" Lola had long wanted to ask him this question. What made him so sure that she aborted the child on purpose?

"Evidence?" Enraged by the topic of the miscarried child, Harry pulled the car over. "Your registration record, diagnostic list, and operation signature in the hospital, is that enough?" He unbuckled his seat belt, stepped out of the car, and pulled out Lola as well.

Registration? Signature? Lola was confused. Yolanda really put herself out to prepare these "evidence"! A little distracted, Lola did not resist when Harry shoved her into the back seat.

The man tried to ride on her. "Lola, you killed my child, you must give me another. No! One cannot make up for your fault. It must be ten!"

Ten? Was she a sow?

...

In the middle of the night, the dozy Lola felt herself being put into bed.

Pinned under the weight of a heavy body, she exerted all her strength to kick the man off the bed. "Go away!"

Harry fell with a flop onto the floor and stood up again. Livid with rage, he fixed his eyes on the half-

asleep woman.

Harry threw himself on Lola without hesitation.

The next day, Lola was awakened by Harry's phone ringing. She only saw Harry getting up after answering the phone with a hum.

Lola also got up. But the two people didn't say anything to each other.

After washing up, Harry walked downstairs first and Lola followed.

Yolanda had been waiting at the dining table. Upon seeing Harry, she beckoned Mrs. Herbert to serve breakfast for him.

When the breakfast was almost finished, the villa doorbell rang and Mrs. Herbert went to open the door. It was Joey, who walked in while exchanging greetings with Mrs. Herbert.

"Boss, the three cars have been arranged. You can fetch them now." Joey took out three car keys and the documents from his briefcase.

"Your latest Maybach, and there are only two of them in the world. This is the key to the lady's red Buggati Veyron. And this is the key to Miss Morrison's limited-edition Ferrari." Joey placed the keys on the other side of the table, stepped back and was just preparing to leave, when Lola spoke out.

"Wait a moment, Joey, who is the owner of the Ferrari?" Lola walked to the other side of the table and picked up one of the keys.

"My Lady, as commanded by the Boss, it's in the name of Miss Morrison." Joey wiped his sweat. There was trouble brewing up in this room.

"Thank you, Harry! I've always wanted this car." Yolanda was so happy that she took hold of Harry's big palm.

Lola glanced coldly at their hands. "Harry, change the name. It could be everyone except her!"

The smile on Yolanda's face instantly turned into grievance. She held the man's big palm even tighter.

Harry leisurely finished his last bite of breakfast, and wiped his mouth. "No!" The affirmative tone was beyond doubt.

Hearing his response, Lola chuckled. "No? Good! From this day on, I will no longer live in this house! I'll do you a favor!" She threw the key to the table, her unyielding eyes fixed on Harry.

The ebony table was left with a few scratches, but no one cared.

The air was frozen at the moment. Mrs. Herbert was busy with her chores. Joey did not dare to lift his head, waiting for orders. Yolanda still held Harry hand tightly.

"No!" Harry insisted, telling Lola to go upstairs to pack her stuff right away.

Fine, nobody cared about her, she didn't mind, but it hurt her feelings anyway.

When Lola returned to her room, Harry elegantly wiped his sexy thin lips, and commanded, "Joey,

change the ownership of the Ferrari to Lola."

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Everyone was astonished. Yolanda held back her gloating face and cried in a grieved voice, "Harry, you know that I don't care about the car... But don't embarrass me like that!"

Without a word, Harry withdrew his hand from hers, stood up, and walked upstairs.

When Harry opened the door, Lola was flinging the two bank cards given by Harry onto the table.

Seeing Harry coming in, Lola headed out with her purse. "I don't want all the things bought by you. Please take back all the property under my name."

"I bought you these clothes." The man spoke readily, standing at the door, looking at her with a composed look.

"You!" Lola was so angry that her eyes turned red. "I borrow them from you, OK? I'll give them back!" How did she become so wretched that she didn't even have any clothes?

"No! To walk out of this door today, you must take off your clothes. And your underwear, too!" What he meant was, to get out, she had to get out naked!

Lola glared at the self-possessed man. He must be intentional to humiliate her. "Okay, I will! Then don't blame me for calling another man!" Lola was deliberate to call another man!

Lola took out her cell phone from her purse, ready to view the address book. But Harry took it away

from her, and with a wave of hand, he pinned her against the door. "Calling Thomas? Hum?" Harry pressed his left hand against the door, and pinched her small chin with his right hand, getting close to her.

"I won't bother about your business. And you don't bother about mine." Lola caught his palm, trying to get rid of him.

"Lola, good for you! You have killed my child. Who give you the right to mind my business?" Harry coldly looked at the wicked woman in front of him.

"How do you know it's your child?" Lola grinned and looked at him contemptuously.

Hearing her answer, Harry turned cold all over, and stared straight at the woman. "Provoking me won't do anything good to you!" If she dared to bear children for any other man, he would have killed her!

She was frightened to shiver by his cold gaze. "Boss Lewis, please let me go, I'm engaged today!" Lola had made an appointment with Thomas last night. She cannot be late for the interview with the entertainment company.

"If you don't come back, Lola, try it! Your husband will teach you a lesson!" Harry snickered when he finished his words.

Lola snickered, too. Then she threw her arms around his neck and kissed his thin lips.

To kiss her back, Harry moved his hand from Lola's chin to the back of her head. The woman took a few steps forward and the man stepped back.

With a cunning look, Lola bit the man on his lip with no mercy. Harry released his big hands in pain. Ignoring the man's bleeding mouth, Lola escaped from his arms and ran out of the door.