Married to Billionaire after Being Disfigured

Someone asked, “Was that a ghost just now? … Or… Human?”

No one uttered a word as if they were still reminiscing in shock.

Mike touched the sweat on his forehead. As he was still sober, he said to the crowd sternly.

“Shut up, of course it’s a human. How can there be a ghost? It’s just that this woman is too ugly.”

Lynn grabbed a glass of wine and headed towards Mike.

“Mr. Luis is right. How can there be ghosts in this world? Of course I am human, but I have been disfigured since I was a child, so I look a little scary. Come on, it’s boring for me to drink alone. Mr. Luis, I toast you.”

Lynn approached him. When Mike saw the terrifying face, his eyes widened and felt his stomach suddenly uncomfortable.

With a “Blech”, he spat out.

She was the ugliest woman he had ever seen.

“Go away. What an ugly woman.”

The others had already drunk full of wine, so when they suddenly saw this uncomfortable scene, they all felt that their stomachs uncomfortable and t nauseated.

“Blech.” They covered their stomachs and vomited.

Lynn deliberately refused to leave Mike in order to disgust him. After finishing vomiting, Mike pushed her away.

“Go away. Put your mask on quickly and get out. Why do you come out to scare others with such an ugly face? How unlucky.”

The alcohol began to make Lynn dazzle and Lynn fought back the dizziness while Sherry came over to support her.

After pressing her forehead, she tried to hold on.

“It’s you that let us leave, Mr. Lui.”

“Get out.”

Completely overwhelmed by the alcohol, Lynn took out the mask and put it on, Sherry full of guilt.

“Lynn, sorry for making you drink.”

“It’s okay. Let’s go.” Lynn shook her head, thinking it’s not advisable to stay in such an eventful place any longer.

Sherry quickly helped Lynn to the door.

Mike roared, “Damn, I’m about to spit out my bile. How unlucky I am. How can there be such an ugly woman? Call me an ambulance now. I’m going to the hospital.”

However, a thin man stood up tremblingly among the crowd and stared at Lynn’s back. After thinking about it, he seemed to have thought of something.

“Wait, don’t let her go. I know who she is.”

“She’s Lynn, the ugly woman. She’s the famous Mrs. Warner.”

“What? She’s really Lynn.”

“Absolutely. It can’t be wrong.”

“This ugly woman took off her mask deliberately to scare us. I was so scared that I vomited out my bile, so I couldn’t let her go.”

“Call Benson here. When I came, I saw him playing cards in the box next door. Ask him to pay for our damages.”

The man who was talking frivolously was obviously unconscious by drinking.

‘They are going to find Benson?’

Lynn, who had her last consciousness, twitched his eyelids and wanted to escape immediately.

But she felt her brain was as heavy as a stuffy gourd and her feet seemed to be filled with lead.

Sherry whispered, “Lynn, hold on. We must leave here now.”

However, it was too late, and the bodyguard stepped forward to stop them.

“You can’t go.”

The frivolous man just now kicked the drunk who was lying on the sofa.

“Get up to call Benson over here. His ugly wife made us spit out our bile, and we’re going to settle the account with him.”

The drunk got up, “Okay.” Then he ran out shapelessly.

Benson was still in the Box No. 1.

After Lynn left, they stopped playing cards and went to the lounge inside.

Sitting on the white sofa, Benson unbuttoned two buttons of his white shirt and rested his elbows on the armrest of the leather sofa, staring at his gauze-covered wound with his eyebrows furrowed.

Nathan glanced at the gauze on Benson’s arm secretly from the side, feeling embarrassed. Benson was the most ruthless man since childhood, but he had been bitten by a woman today, which was unbelievable and funny.

“Benson, Lynn is must good at biting. What does she look like at home? Does she bite people, too?” Nathan asked curiously.

Benson glanced at him.

Making fun of himself, Nathan touched the bridge of his nose.

At this moment, there was movement outside the private room, and the waiter walked in with a person who staggered.

“Mr. Warner, this man insists on seeing you and says he has an urgent matter.”

Benson glanced at the flushed man.

“Go ahead.”

The man was dazed, almost losing his balance. He pointed in Benson’s direction.

“Benson, your wife is so ugly that she disgusted us to vomit in the box. Come over to pay for our damages now.”

Nathan and Quentin wondered what they had heard and how bold the man was to call Benson’s name.

‘He even called Lynn his ugly wife… This drunk is going to be killed.’

“Ben…” Seeing Benson didn’t move, the drunk tilted his body and was about to speak when he was kicked down to the ground by Benson.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

The pain caused him to sober up immediately and realized that there was a powerful person standing in front of him, so he fell on the ground to beg for mercy.

“Ben… Mr. Warner… Forgive me.”

Benson looked down at him and stepped on the back of the man’s hand, stamping on it fiercely.

“You just pointed at me with this hand?”

“Ouch… Forgive me…”

Benson stamped on the man’ hand under his foot a few times.

“Which room?”

“… What… Ah… Room 3.”

Then Benson kicked the man two meters away while the man hugged his bloody hand and howled badly.

Nathan and Quentin were still quiet because Benson lost his temper.

Benson got enraged. Wondering what Lynn had down, he strode out.

Nathan and Quentin followed him immediately.

Then they arrived at Room 3.

Benson kicked the door open and it fell to the ground with a creak.

“Ah.”

Sherry pulled Lynn to dodge it. The door nearly hit them.

Benson squinted, stepping on the door to enter.

The smell in this room was really unpleasant. The smell of vomiting mixed with the smell of alcohol was disgusting, causing him to frown more. After glancing at the people inside, he found they, who had been arrogant, were now lowering their head down.

“Who was looking for me just now?”

Benson stood there like a proud emperor.

After a glance, he saw two women huddled in the corner, one of whom was Lynn.

He looked at Lynn sharply while Lynn narrowed her eyes and shrank as her brain was heavy very much. Seeing that, Benson almost wanted to kill her a thousand times.

“Mr. Warner.”

The drunk man woke up and trembled. Only then did he realize what stupid things he had done. He actually enraged Benson, who was the master of the Los Santos.