Chapter 142 Here She Goes Again

• I’d seen all kinds of obnoxious people, from the elderly to the young and bold to cowardly, anything and everything under the sun, but never had I met a cultured and well-bred one such as Sofia Mitchell. She’s simply a blackguard! Despite a million and one refusals, she just wouldn’t give up and continued pestered me, or more precisely speaking, insisting on renting me as her unborn child’s father, asking me to go to the hospital and sign the necessary form for her to have an abortion. Of course, I could also choose not to go to the hospital; my second option was to f*ck her violently until she suffered a miscarriage…
• In the end, when she shoved me onto the sofa and started stripping, I relented. Only then did she stop at the second button and fastened it again. “But Miss Mitchell, I really can’t do this. I…” Before I’d even finished speaking, she abruptly ripped her inner top, sending buttons flying everywhere. Sure enough, she’s truly flat-chested as I previously thought. She wasn’t wearing a bra, only a singlet that young girls usually wore, so two protruding beads were vaguely visible.
• “Stop! I’ll do it. I’ll accompany you to the hospital tomorrow. Whoever goes back on his word will die a ghastly death!” It was only when the curse of dying a ghastly death had been uttered that I finally managed to persuade her to stop. Damn, I shouldn’t have accepted this client tonight…