Mr. & Mrs.

Chapter 27: Don’t Allow to Come to the Bar

"Let go... let me go..." Maisy struggled hard. Just when she was about to bite the man's hand, a clear,

cold and familiar voice came from behind her.

"Let her go."

Maisy looked sideways. It was Austin who was speaking. He was standing straightly. His cold aura

made others feel intimidating. His clear and cold eyes fell on her wrist. There were still no expressions

on his handsome face.

The man who grabbed Maisy's wrist looked at Austin. Even if he was a man, he was stunned by

Austin’s drop-dead handsome appearance, and then he said with disdain, "Who are you? Dare to mind

Mr. Asher’s business? It's better not to be nosy if you don't want to die.”

After saying that, the man was about to drag Maisy into the bar. Before he could see what was going

on, he suddenly felt a pain in his wrist and cried out in pain, "Ah..."

Upon seeing this, Maisy stared at Austin in surprise. She didn't even see how he made the move. As if

it was only a moment, he appeared in front of her, and then grabbed the man's wrist.

The man yelled in pain, "Ah... let go... let go..."

Austin's deep eyes narrowed slightly. A trace of violence flashed through his dark eyes. His eyes were

sharp. His thin lips were pressed tightly. With a slight strength, a "click" was heard on the man's wrist. It

seemed that the man’s wrist broken.

"Ah..." The man's miserable cry cut through the night sky. His right hand dropped. His face was pale.

The severe pain at the fracture made him sweat. Looking at the handsome man in horror, he didn't

even dare to breathe.

The other three men looked at Austin in shock. They were too scared to step forward to help, and just

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Maisy’s eyes widened open, staring blankly at Austin who was expressionless. She saw that he didn't

use much force at all, but the man's hand broke which meant that Austin’s wrist strength was amazing.

He looked elegant and gentle, but when he fought, he was so fierce. Her intuition told her that the man

in front of her was a dangerous person and she should stay away from him.

Austin let go of the man. His dark eyes stared at Maisy. His voice was clear, but there was a faint of

domineering, "You are not allowed to come to the bar anymore. Go with me."

Immediately, he held Maisy’s hand and strode towards his Rolls Royce.

Just when he opened the car door and was about to let Maisy sit in, Maisy suddenly pushed him away.

She stepped away from him and glared at him, "Why do you care about me?"

After saying that, she faltered away.

Austin stared at her stubborn and slender back. He slightly frowned and let out a low growl, "Maisy..."

Maisy was startled slightly. She stopped, turned around and looked into Austin’s eyes, which were still

deep and unpredictable, but there were like a magnet with a kind of magical power, attracting her sight.

Her soul seemed to be sucked into the depths of his eyes.

She stared at him blankly for a long time.

She felt her eyes blurred. Then she shook her head, stepped forward staggeringly, took his arm, stared

at him with blurred eyes, and said some words which made him shocked, "Let's go! Let's go to the

hotel, okay?