She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 148 - : Worse than a Dog

Chapter 148: Chapter 148: Worse than a Dog

Joy Ward rolled her eyes smugly several times and nestled in the man’s arms, acting all pampered and arrogant, “Darling, you have to teach them a lesson for me.”

Without the hindrance of sunglasses, the man’s gaze landed more directly on Hope Williams and he slowly hooked up a vaguely meaningful cold smile.

Hope Williams squinted her eyes and coldly met the man’s gaze, feeling like she had seen him somewhere before, but she couldn’t remember for the life of her.

Joy Ward clenched her teeth tightly, watching Weston Morris not only look at Hope Williams but also smile at her.

Joy Ward suddenly had a bad feeling.

The biggest advantage Hope Williams had was her seductive and flawless face.

Joy Ward was incredibly jealous of that face.

And the fact that Hope Williams was looking straight into her man’s eyes set off a raging fire in Joy Ward.

This woman really did seduce men wherever she went.

Enough was enough.

Joy Ward let go of Weston Morris’s hand and quickly stepped forward two steps before slapping Hope Williams hard across the face.

Hope Williams noticed Joy Ward, turned her face to the side a bit, but it was too quick to dodge completely, and the slap still hit her jaw. Although she deflected most of the force by turning her head, her face still felt a numb pain.

“What are you doing, you wicked woman?” Luke’s gaze turned icy in an instant.

Hope Williams stood frozen, her gaze colder than ever.

“I’ll kill this seductive bitch, this cheap slut who seduces everyone she sees.”

Just as Joy Ward was about to slap again, she raised her hand, but another broad hand quickly grabbed Joy Ward’s hand and threw it aside.

A strong arm wrapped around Hope Williams’s slender body and glared somberly at Joy Ward.

Waylon Lewis’s swipe was not gentle; Joy Ward twisted her body and fell directly to the ground, “Ah…”

Waylon Lewis’s brows furrowed and he asked anxiously, “Are you okay?”

Anger filled Hope Williams’s eyes.

Thanks to the bright lighting, Waylon Lewis clearly saw the distinct slap mark on the woman’s pale face.

Clear and striking.

Waylon Lewis clenched his hands fiercely, his handsome face clouded over, he ground his back teeth and his brows condensed with endless chill, and he coldly motioned with his hand.

Thomas Hughes immediately came forward with the bodyguards, each grabbing Joy Ward’s shoulders.

Joy Ward trembled all over, “You? What are you going to do? Weston, save me.”

Joy Ward loudly begged for help from Weston Morris – even if he disliked her, even if he didn’t care about her, she was still his woman in public.

She was humiliated in public, and it was a loss of face for him too, he couldn’t just watch her being beaten, that would be like him being hit in the face too.

Joy Ward loudly cried out for help, “Weston, save me, save me…”

Joy Ward kept calling for help from Weston.

But the man’s eyes were cold, he coldly glanced at her once, and his gaze continued back to Hope Williams’s face.

Damn it.

Was he so captivated by Hope Williams’s face?

“Slap! Slap!”

Two slaps sounded, and the bodyguards released Joy Ward.

Joy Ward clutched her face tightly, numb pain spreading densely across it, feeling her face swelling up instantly.

“Ah…”

Being hit in front of so many people, Joy Ward felt utterly humiliated.

The man coldly glanced at her, like a demon crawling out from hell, “Who gave you permission to hit her? Huh?”

“I… It was her who first seduced men, she deserved it,” Joy Ward replied viciously.

“Very well,” Waylon Lewis narrowed his deep eyes, his whole body’s hostility flared like flames.

Unrepentant!

Waylon Lewis strode forward and grabbed Joy Ward’s shoulders, but then a hand grasped his.

Waylon Lewis lifted his cold eyes, “What now? You looking for a beating too?”

Weston Morris looked coldly at the woman on the ground; a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes as his gaze sharply swept toward the brooding face of Waylon Lewis.

With a smirk that did not reach his eyes, “President Lewis, when you hit a dog, you should look at the owner, is it right to hit my pet right in front of me?”

A dog!

He actually likened himself to a dog.

So in his eyes she was just a dog.

Waylon’s eyes were cold and harsh, “Since she’s a beast, she should be leashed when going out, and since you can’t control your pet properly, I don’t mind teaching her a lesson for you.”

Weston Morris hooked his lip coldly, pulling Joy Ward behind him, “No need, I’ll properly discipline her when we get home, so President Lewis need not bother.”

Waylon’s chilling gaze continued, “Also, stop staring at my wife, or I’ll gouge out your eyes.”

Weston nonchalantly hooked his lips into a sinister cold smile.

Weston patted Joy on the head, just like patting a dog, “I’ll take this beast back and discipline her properly, making sure she doesn’t bite people anymore.”

He then looked at Hope Williams again, “Miss Williams, I apologize. I’ll personally come later to make amends.”

Hope Williams tugged at her lip coldly, saying nothing.

Joy was shaking violently, as if she had gone mad.

A dog.

They actually compared her to a dog.

Damnable!

The man unceremoniously pulled Joy up, “You really are not well-behaved.”

Joy shivered, every look and expression from this man filled her with immense fear and sent chills over her body.

“Ah!” Joy was thrown into the car by the man.

“By the way,” Weston turned coldly back to look at Hope, “Miss Williams, do you know me?”

Hope’s starry eyes narrowed, staring at the man’s scarred face as if recalling something, but then everything vanished.

Eventually, Hope firmly shook her head, “I don’t know you.”

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“Ha ha,” the man laughed.

The laugh was bleak and mocking, “You really are heartless, but no matter, I remember you.”

Hope clenched her fists tightly, a chill emanating from her heart.

Joy was dragged back to the bedroom by Weston pulling her hair, thrown violently onto the floor. Before she could beg for mercy, he grabbed her neck, his murderous intent rampant.

“Did I ever tell you not to mess with Hope Williams, not to touch her, why don’t you listen, huh?”

“What did that slap to her mean, huh? I can’t bear to touch her, what gives you the right to hit her?” Weston’s hand tightened fiercely.

Joy tightly grasped Weston’s hand, but couldn’t move it at all.

“Help… help me… I dare not anymore, really I dare not… let me go, I swear, I won’t bother Hope Williams anymore, just let me go…”

Joy’s face turned redder and purpler as she desperately pleaded with him.

But the man showed no sign of loosening his grip, and Joy felt death drawing closer.

The man’s face near her ear whispered, “Remember, no matter how you provoke her, not a hair on her should be touched, not a scratch, or I’ll chop you into pieces.”

The man abruptly let go of Joy.

“Cough, cough, cough…” Joy lay on the ground, greedily breathing in air.

She clenched her hands, her fingernails digging deep into her flesh.

Why was everyone protecting Hope Williams, as if they were all enchanted by her?

Waylon Lewis was like this.

Benjamin Myers was like this.

Now even Weston Morris was the same.

What did she have that they all protected her so?

Waylon curled his finger, lifting Hope’s chin, closely examining several finger marks at her jaw; sharp nails had even cut through her delicate skin, oozing tiny blood droplets, making it even more shocking.

“Tsk.”

Waylon clicked his tongue in irritation, softly asking, “Does it hurt?”

“Not really.”

Waylon helplessly hooked up, “Typical women when wronged should throw themselves into their man’s arms, crying and seeking protection. Why have you never done that?”

“Do you stop protecting me if I don’t cry?” Hope looked up at him, her eyes smiling.

“Of course not.”

“Or do you like those who are pretentious?”

Hope fixed her gaze tightly on Waylon.

Waylon’s sexy Adam’s apple moved up and down, his deep voice chuckling softly, “No, I only like you.”