“Help-”
She had just screamed for help when her mouth was covered.
All of that happened in just three seconds as the van began to drive forward again.
Yolanda Taylor looked beside her, her face a little white.
She didn’t know who had sent them or what exactly the other person was going to do.
But soon enough, Yolanda Taylor knew.
The van soon pulled up in front of a small villa and she was dragged out of the van and dragged into the villa by the person beside her.
The villa area was quiet at eleven o’clock at night, and Yolanda Taylor’s mouth was gagged so she couldn’t even scream for help.
Dragged all the way up to the second floor of the villa, the person behind her pushed her so hard that Yolanda Taylor fell at Joel Smith’s feet.
Joel Smith on the sofa, with a glass of red wine in his hand, crossed his legs and looked at her, “I reminded you, the night road is so dark, be careful, look at it, look at it, how can you be so careless, and fall into my hands again!”
He said, took a sip of red wine, then put down the glass, leaned over and lifted his hand to pick up her chin, and with his other hand he pulled out the cotton cloth stuffed inside her mouth.
Yolanda Taylor tossed her head to avoid his hand, “Joel Smith, are you out of your mind?”
“see what you’re talking about? One size doesn’t fit all, and we haven’t even scratched the surface of what happened last time!”
He said, holding his hand out in front of her eyes, “See, this is your masterpiece, how many days has it been? Let me count-” Joel Smith withdrew his hand and actually counted the days, “The 8th, the 9th …, three days, right? You see the scabs aren’t even knitted yet, this bite, you tell me, how am I supposed to count it?” He said, reaching out to yank her, Yolanda Taylor sidestepped, “You slapped me that day too.”
“Whew! Kinda hold a grudge!”
Joel Smith nodded his head a little, “Okay, then I’ll begrudgingly let the matter die down, do you mind accompanying me to dinner?”
Yolanda Taylor stood up holding the table, “Since Young Master Smith has asked, I naturally won’t refuse.”
“Understood!”
Joel Smith smiled, “I like it!”
He said, standing up and extending his hand to her, “Let’s go then!”
Yolanda Taylor hesitated for a moment and Joel Smith raised an eyebrow, “What, I’m so toxic that Miss Taylor doesn’t even want to touch me?”
She blushed slightly and had to raise her hand to take his.
Joel Smith said dinner, Yolanda Taylor naturally wouldn’t be naive enough to think that it was really just a dinner like that.
It was just that she wasn’t sure what he had gotten up to waiting for her behind the scenes, and Yolanda Taylor followed him to his car, intending to see what was going on first.
Joel Smith was a mixed bag, notorious in their circles for being a fun-loving guy.
Joel Smith had had his eye on her for a long time, but he had gotten in the way of Gwen Fox, so he had to let it go.
Now that she and Gwen Fox were separated, with Xenia Davis in the middle, Yolanda Taylor knew that Joel Smith had his eye on her for a while.
She just didn’t expect Joel Smith to make a move on her before her scandal with Martin Anderson died down.
Along the way, Joel Smith didn’t do anything excessive, but only inclined his head to look at her from time to time and said one or two unpleasant words.
Yolanda Taylor pursed her lips and ignored him.
The car soon stopped in front of Eston Restaurants, and Yolanda Taylor subconsciously frowned.
She had been to this place several times, Eston Restaurants was notoriously difficult to get a reservation, before she followed Gwen Fox when she came to this side several times to get together, usually the people who came here, are their circle of people to get together, or the company to talk about the project.
Yolanda Taylor’s heart skipped a beat, unable to guess what Joel Smith wanted.