Martin Anderson's face went cold when he saw Yolanda Taylor, whose clothes had been cut to shreds, and he crossed over to Milton Beale and walked over to her, lifting his hand and grabbing the sheet from the bed and draping it over her body.
Yolanda Taylor calmed down a little at the sight of him.
"It's okay, I'm coming."
He comforted her as he untied her, and only after he finished untangling her did Martin Anderson look over at Milton Beale, "President Beale, this hobby of yours is really chic as hell!"
After Martin Anderson finished speaking, he picked up Yolanda Taylor and walked over to him and kicked over that suitcase of his, "There are so many women in Borden City, President Beale, why do you like to stare at other women so much?"
Milton Beale calmed down, looked at Martin Anderson, but was not vain: "Young Master Anderson, this you can misunderstand, this Miss Taylor, not my own stare, do not believe you ask Miss Taylor? Martin Anderson looked down at Miss Taylor.
Martin Anderson looked down at Yolanda Taylor in his arms, her face was pale and scary, her hair was disheveled, when she met his line of sight, her hand on his collar tightened a little, "I want to get out of here."
Her voice was choked as she said it.
Martin Anderson only felt his throat tighten as he raised his leg and kicked Milton Beale hard, "Open your doggy eyes, she's the one I'm protecting!"
After saying that, he hugged him and left the box.
Martin Anderson had just come out of the elevator with Yolanda Taylor in his arms when he bumped into Jerome Perot and Beth Garcia, and behind them, Gwen Fox.
Seeing Yolanda Taylor in Martin Anderson's arms, Beth Garcia's face changed, "Yolanda--" Hearing Beth Garcia's voice. Yolanda Taylor slightly inclined her head to look over, and just as she turned her head, she saw the man behind them.
Thinking about what he said inside the phone half an hour ago, Yolanda Taylor looked at him and smiled, "Young Master Fox come to see my joke?"
Saying that, she paused, "What a coincidence, you seem to be a little late." She was smiling when she said this, and when she finished, she struggled, "Martin Anderson, please put me down." Martin Anderson frowned a little, but put her down.
She just got off Martin Anderson's body, the person didn't stand still, the whole person stumbled a bit, and that sheet slipped a bit, revealing the broken clothes inside.
Beth Garcia couldn't help but huff when she saw it, and Jerome Perot stepped forward to hold her so she didn't scream.
Yolanda Taylor saw Beth Garcia's reaction and smiled, "It's nothing, it's just a cut up dress."
She said it in a breezy way, yet it was harder and harder to hear Beth Garcia.
Beth Garcia dared not imagine, just now Yolanda Taylor in the end is experienced what, usually so bright a person, will become now such a mess.
Seeing Yolanda Taylor walking towards Gwen Fox, Martin Anderson subconsciously called out to her, "Yolanda--" But she didn't stop and kept walking to Gwen Fox's eyes, and then raised her hand and fiercely slapped Gwen Fox in front of the crowd's uncomprehending gaze, "Two clear."
The force of her slap was extremely strong, so strong that the entire lobby seemed to shake.
Gwen Fox used his tongue to top his right cheek, he looked at Yolanda Taylor, his black eyes sunk down and looked at her, a few coolness laced inside the bottom of his eyes, "You hit me?"
"You owe me that."
She looked at him, her face was stained with tears, but her expression was cold as hell, "Trouble Young Master Fox to go back and tell your fiancée, tonight's debt, I will ask for it back from her sooner or later."
After she finished speaking, she crossed over him and headed straight out.
Martin Anderson froze for a moment and quickly reacted by chasing after him.