章 270: The Old Man Pounced On Her

She glanced behind to see the condition of the man. Turning around she met the man's murderous glares centred on her.

"Gosh, I will be so fucked up if I can't get out of here now," Joanna muttered as she turned and tried her luck again.

"Why is the damn door not opening," frustrated Joanna cried as she kept on pulling the door's knob as if her life depended on it.

As Joanna kept on trying to open the door, she didn't see the man vanish only to resurface behind her back.

Without giving her head up the angry man yanked Joanna's hair and violently pulled her along with him.

When he reached the centre table he shoved her onto one of the black couches and pin her hands against the couch.

"You are the one who has been sending me gifts almost daily. I have tolerated you for a few minutes thinking that you are shy but how dare…,"