Chapter 2 This Is My Man

"You won't escape!" The swine's roaches blocked her way, crowed, and reached out their hands to catch Emily.

"You won't get away!" In the meantime, Tristan's chilling voice also reached her ears, and he clamped her arm.

She was cornered!

Since the tough man had been offended, she chose to bite the bullet. It was way better to die by a hot guy's hand than on a swine's body!

She turned back, held onto Tristan's arm, stuck to him, and bluffed, "Don't mess around. This is my man, and he is very powerful!"

His pupils contracted abruptly. Tristan itched to tear her into pieces!

"Do you have a death wish?" He gritted his teeth and throttled her.

It took great courage to pull the whisker of a tiger. Emily readily stuck to him, fought back her fear, smiled at the man coquettishly, and pleaded in a low voice, "Handsome, a little help here. In exchange, I'm willing to do anything for you."

Her stunning face was enlarged in his pupils. Her eyes were both sly and attractive.

He had to admit this woman was like an enchanting succubus.

Even so, he could resist her charm since he had seen various kinds of women.

Only he was carried away by a fragrance from her body. It could soothe his agitation, relax his mind, and refresh his spirit.

He couldn't tell whether it was her perfume or natural scent. He only knew that he liked it.

His dark blue eyes gazed at her for a while, and he changed his mind about killing this damn woman who slapped him boldly.

"Deal." Tristan agreed with a smile and moved his hand to her waist, "My woman."

Through the thin dress, she could feel a stream of warmth from his palm. Her body stiffened, and she intended to push him away. Only she couldn't because she needed his help.

She felt like entering a wolf's den and forced an awkward smile.

Those roaches didn't believe her at all, "We know well whether you have a man or not. Don't try to fool us!"

Then they challenged Tristan arrogantly, "A toy boy like you can't save a beauty. You'd better stay out of this, or we'll teach you a lesson!"

Tristan glanced at them and curled his lips. His smile was both pleasant and evil to the eye.

"Toy boy, huh? Teach me a lesson?" He chuckled, but his eyes glittered with coldness, "Cripple them and cut off their tongues."

The awful air around him prevailed.

Those roaches were instantly appalled. Fear rose and urged them to run.

"Yes, sir!" Tristan's men complied in unison.

For the first time, they were surprised that their boss wouldn't kill the woman who hit him. Far from it, he stood up for her, which was incredible.

Only they couldn't see through his real thoughts.

Then they lunged at those roaches.

The swine's men tried to escape but stood no chance!

There was no comparison between the two squads.

Those roaches were routed.

Not interested in the boring one-sided game, Tristan moved his hand from her neck to her chin before dropping a kiss on her pale lips. He even bit her nastily.