My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 14 What Makes My Wife Under You

He seemed to carry a light of his own, where he was, that light would follow him.

Under the cover of that light, everyone was automatically reduced to a background wall.

He was wearing a casual black shirt, black trousers and black casual shoes, with the cuffs of his shirt

slightly rolled upwards and the three buttons on his collar naturally open, lazy but with a bit of sexiness.

Even though there were beautiful women around and the atmosphere was hot, it still couldn't melt his

appalling coldness.

He was like a star in the sky, bright and dazzling, but not within the reach of mortals.

She had thought that she would never meet this man again, but she didn't expect to meet him again

today.

Are all those people around him from the same gang?

Today was a party of the gang?

Nowadays, was everyone in that gang dress so decently?

Jocelyn wanted to get up and leave, but when she thought she hadn't done anything wrong to him, so

why should she leave?

When she thought of this, she turned her head and waved towards the waiter and asked for the wine

she wanted.

Just then, a young man with a brush cut came on stage.

He had a gangly air and his features were not particularly delicate, but together, they were extremely

comfortable to look at.

Soon the dynamic music started again.

He began to dance to the rhythm. His dance was so tense that he seemed to glow when he danced.

What Jocelyn liked most was the look in his eyes, very resolute, with endless persistence and

perseverance hidden within.

"How was it?" Paige asked. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

"Let him come to our company as a trainee." Jocelyn's mouth curled into a satisfied smile.

"OK." Paige snapped her fingers with alacrity.

Several of the young men at Noah's table soon noticed Jocelyn as well.

Abel Mccall crossed his legs, hooked one hand around Noah's neck, raised his chin towards Jocelyn's

position and said lazily, "That girl in the light blue dress is pretty, isn't she? She has a stunning face and

a hot body."

"From my experience of seeing a lot of women, this girl's breasts must be at least a D."

A second later, Noah's face darkened, and without saying a word, he directly threw the black casual

suit beside him, over Abel's head.

Abel's vision instantly went black.

"How dare you have your eyes on my wife?" A clear and crisp voice, with the ultimate dominance,

instantly pierced through the chaos and noise.

In an instant, the people at the table were nearly petrified.

This news, which brought shock to everyone, was no less than someone saying that the earth was

going to explode tomorrow.

Abel peeled off the jacket on his head, desperately swallowed saliva, asked, "Noah, are you serious?

She is your wife?"

"Crap, she is so pretty." Abel's eyes were full of envy and jealousy.

The others were in the same mood after having seen Jocelyn.

That woman was the ultimate fantasy of men, the ultimate form of a goddess.

"Since she is your wife, then I'll go and ask her to come and play with us, we can all get to know each

other." Harry Walsh let go of the girl in his arms, got up and straightened his jacket.

"That's right, such a beautiful girl, she must be introduced today." Robert Moore said as he played with

the black diamond lighter in his hand.

"Yes, yes, I'll go and invite your wife right now." Abel stood up, full of enthusiasm.

"All be quiet and sit down." Noah's tone was overbearing, not allowing anyone to refuse.

The crowd looked at each other before sitting down quietly.

The people here were all the most honourable people in Z Country.

The so-called nobility was divided into grades, the powerful first, the rich second.

They were all in the first class.

The Mason family was the highest of the first class.

In their circle, no one dared to disobey Noah, including the few of them who had grown up in the same

courtyard.

"Why?" Abel was dumbfounded, this was strange.

"Don't bother her, and don't reveal my identity." Noah said in a cold voice.

The crowd was confused.

"What are you doing?" Harry couldn't understand.

"She doesn't know that I'm her husband." He said.

"Do as I say." With those words, Noah glanced towards Jocelyn's spot.

No one could guess his emotions as well as his thoughts.

If he didn't say it, no one else dared to ask.

"Your wife is as beautiful as a white peony, fairy, beautiful, all the extremely beautiful stars of my King

Entertainment combined are nothing compared to your wife."

"She will definitely be a hit if she debuts, I think I need to ask her if she wants to come to my company. I

promise to make her a world star." Robert's eyes kept glowing as he looked at Jocelyn.

He could even see it already the way Jocelyn was being promoted to the top of the world by himself to

make a fortune for his company.

"You don't deserve it." Noah looked indifferent.

"Shit, how don’t deserve it? My King Entertainment is the biggest entertainment company in our

country." Robert said.

"Why should my wife work for you?" Noah added.

"..."

Robert was surprisingly speechless, but what he said really seemed to make sense.

With the ear-splitting music separating their two tables, Jocelyn couldn't hear what they were saying

and never cared about what was going on at their table.

She just watched in silence as the young man on stage performed.

While they were talking, a group of young men, who looked like gangsters, came up to Jocelyn.

Jocelyn instantly felt her world, all of a sudden, go quite dark.

There were two dozen of them in total, and they were quite blustery when they stood together.

Noah and the others also noticed the situation at the moment, and his eyes went dark.

"What the hell! Bullying your wife?" Abel cursed.

"How dare they?" All the smiles on Harry's face were instantly withdrawn.

Immediately afterwards, Abel, Harry and Robert stood up together.

Noah was still sitting there, his eyes grim and cold, his long, slender fingers constantly sliding over the

cold hilt of the gun at his waist.

Compared to them, Jocelyn was much calmer, she just indifferently swept a glance at them, and then

stood up without haste, her expression instantly turning cold, "What do you want?"

"What do we want? Naturally, we are going to beat you up. If you don't want to be embarrassed here,

come out with us." A bald-headed man in the lead said aggressively.

Before he could finish his sentence, Jocelyn picked up the beer bottle and viciously smashed it down

towards his bald head.

In the next second, the bottle split in pieces.

Bright red blood was on top of the man's head, splattering in all directions.