Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me-Chapter 163: Enjoy

Amelia Avery took the cigarette, lit it, and began to smoke with unnerving calm.

As she smoked, she glanced around to see what games everyone was playing.

Jonah Ross saw the little one not only smoking, but also watching everyone gamble—for money—with great interest.

At that moment, he was seriously starting to fucking wonder if he’d nabbed an imposter. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

He waved his hand. "Take her to a room."

"Yes, sir." Hearing their boss give the order, the man immediately started toward Amelia Avery with a sleazy grin.

Amelia Avery had just about finished her cigarette. She aimed a kick at the man in disgust. "Get lost! Stay the hell away from me!"

"Little one, I think you’ve forgotten why you’re here," the man taunted, dodging her kick.

"You want to sleep with me? Go take a look in the mirror and see what a piece of crap you are."

"You—" Hearing this, the man flew into a rage and raised his hand to strike Amelia Avery.

But he was stopped by Jonah Ross. "What are you wasting time for? Get over here!"

"Yes, Boss." The man lowered the hand he was about to use to hit Amelia Avery and grabbed her arm instead.

Amelia Avery’s brow furrowed, her expression dark. ’That bastard Leo Joyce still isn’t here.’

’If he doesn’t fucking get here soon, I’m going to get mauled by these scumbags.’

Amelia Avery was forcefully dragged into the room at the far end of the hall. The moment she was inside, one of the men slammed the door shut.

At this point, no matter how composed Amelia Avery had been, she could no longer keep her cool.

In her panic, she spotted a liquor bottle and glasses on a table. A vicious smile crossed her face. She wrenched her arm free from the man’s grasp and cursed, "You son of a bitch! Mark my words, I’ll chop that hand of yours off sooner or later!"

"Amelia Avery, you’ve made it this far. Just give in," Jonah Ross said with a dark expression as he walked over to a sofa and sat down.

"Give in? The words ’give in’ don’t exist in my vocabulary!"

"Then what do you propose? You’re in my room now. Did you really think you could walk out of here untouched?"

’Amelia Avery completely disagreed with Jonah Ross. Even if she couldn’t get out of here untouched, she’d make damn sure none of them would get out unscathed either.’

She started walking toward Jonah Ross. As she passed the table, her hand shot out and grabbed the liquor bottle. She was so fast that Jonah Ross and his men had no time to react. Before they knew what was happening, the bottle was already crashing down on Jonah Ross’s head.

With a SMASH, blood instantly started trickling from Jonah Ross’s head.

Hearing the sound, the other men’s eyes went bloodshot with fury as they advanced on Amelia Avery.

Jonah Ross, however, remained expressionless. He raised a hand to brush the glass shards from his clothes, then slowly rose to his feet. He loomed over Amelia Avery, his eyes filled with a dead, bottomless calm.

’In all his years, this was the first time anyone had dared to strike him.’

A shiver of fear ran through Amelia Avery, but she couldn’t show it. ’I’m Amelia Avery! When have I ever been afraid of anything? No one can make me feel this way... except Cassian Jennings.’

"Amelia Avery, you brought this on yourself!" Jonah Ross’s hand shot out and clamped around her throat as he snarled viciously.

"Ack... cough, cough... You..." With her throat suddenly constricted, all Amelia Avery could do was struggle in terror.

Jonah Ross held his grip for a long time. Only when Amelia Avery’s eyes fluttered shut and her struggles ceased did he finally fling her aside.

"Don’t hold back, boys. Enjoy yourselves," Jonah Ross said coldly, then turned and walked toward the door.