<h4>Chapter 22: You Followed Me?</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion <strong>Editor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion


    rence stood in front of the elevator, took a deep breath, pulled out his phone, and called Emmett.


    “Emmett, I want Hilton Hotel’s surveince!”


    “Okay, Young Master. Use the app, it should show up within the next 30 seconds.” Emmett was always ready for a call from rence, so he had picked up on the first ring.


    rence opened the app that Emmett had told him to use. As soon as he clicked on it, the video was right in front of him.


    Miranda and William were walking out of the elevator side by side, headed toward a suite.


    Switching to the other surveince cameras, rence could see that there were seven or eight other men in ck vests in the suite, all with snickers on their faces.


    rence sighed with relief. It looked like Miranda and William were not here for a date.


    “William, is this the beautiful woman you mentioned? Tsk tsk. You’re right. She’s much better looking than those celebrities we see on TV.” Johnson Golding’s eyes gazed unabashedly over Miranda’s body.


    The suited men nearby also looked amazed.


    They had seen many beautiful women, but it was their first time seeing a woman as beautiful as Miranda. You could hold her tiny waist with one hand, and her ck-silk-d long legs were perched on high heels.


    Her bottom-hugging skirt also showed off her stunning S figure.


    Miranda looked ufortable under the men’s watchful eyes.


    “Ms. Murphy, I’ll cut to the chase. The ten million William lent you yesterday was from me!


    “William himself owes me thirty million. With your ten million, that makes forty million dors. When are you going to pay me my money back?” Johnson grinned.


    William snapped, “Johnson, you’ve gone too far. Didn’t I say I’d pay you back in three months?”


    “In three months? F*ck you, William. You’ll pay it back when I ask you to pay it back. Who are you to dare to bargain with me? Do you want me to call your father?” snarled Johnson.


    “You!”


    William dared not speak another word. William was afraid of nothing more than his own father.


    If William’s father cut off William’s finances, he would be dead meat.


    “What do you want?” Miranda asked coldly.


    Johnson got up, stroked his chin, and circled Miranda three times. “What do I want? If you apany me for three days, I’ll give you a week’s grace period.”


    “Of course, if you’re willing to apany me for a month… Hehe! Giving you three months’ grace wouldn’t be out of the question.”


    With that, Johnson reached out to touch Miranda’s thigh.


    “Dream on!” Miranda’s delicate body trembled with anger as she pped Johnson.


    p!


    There was a loud noise.


    Johnson took two steps back. Instead of getting angry, a longing look shed across his face. “Damn it. She’s a spicy one!”


    “Surround her. I’m going to have some fun today.”


    “Yes, Sir.”


    Theckeys immediately rushed over and surrounded Miranda.


    Miranda was horrified, looking to William for help.


    William was just about to open his mouth to say something to help her, when…


    “William, if you dare do anything today, I’ll tell your father about the money you owe me.” Johnson sneered.


    William winced and stood back silently.


    Miranda felt despair at the sight of it.


    Just then, the suite door was kicked open.


    “You’ve got three seconds. Scram!” rence charged in with a bag of toothpicks in one hand, looking coldly at Johnson and the rest.


    “rence… W-what are you doing here?” Miranda looked shocked, though a little pleasantly surprised at the same time.


    rence said, “Dear, I was going to pick you up from the office, but I saw you get into a taxi so I followed you.”


    “You followed me?” Miranda was a little angry.


    “Dear, look at the mess we’re in right now. I’ll exinter.” rence shook his head.


    Johnsonughed maniacally. “Hahaha! Ms. Murphy, this must be your loser husband. Okay! I’d like to have a taste of you today. Let your husband watch. It’ll be exciting!”


    rence’s eyes narrowed, a chill in them.


    “Boys, get him!” Johnson shouted angrily.


    Johnson’sckeys charged at rence.


    rence had tried looking for silver needles. However, when he could not find any, he grabbed some toothpicks from the hotel to use instead.


    720 Anatomy Acupoints showed many lethal points. They would die with just one touch.


    Many acupoints could temporarily disable people from fighting after they were touched.


    Holding the toothpicks, rence wriggled eerily like a fish in the water when Johnson’sckeys tried to run at him. No one could touch him.


    “Ow!”


    “Ah!”


    “I can’t move!”


    With a series of screams, Johnson’s group ofckeys fell to the ground.


    “How… how did you do that?” Johnson was confused. He had seen good fighters. He had witnessed a wrestling champion kill someone with one punch.


    However, the way rence simply used toothpicks to incapacitate his men was f*cking creepy.