Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Interesting People

"Stop fighting!" Polly cried, sniffling and uproarious.

"Please don't hit again!"

Klara ignored her and raised her hand and landed another heavy slap on her face.

"Putting my picture on the internet and ruining my reputation, it was you who did it Polly, this slap, you

are not wrong."

Klara's slaps were one harder and one louder than the other.

Polly at this point has been sobbing, even begging for mercy words can not say.

The surrounding crowd was also stunned by Klara's slaps.

The usual Klara even if the aggrieved is also the master of patience.

How dare she slap Polly's face today, this hit after hit, so many slaps!

"This time Polly can be embarrassed, Klara is also, really dare to do it"

"My God, Klara's slaps are a perfect interpretation of what it means to explode in silence"

"OMG, this girl fights with such a heavy hand ah, how much revenge it must be?"

The students watching around the discussion, while using cell phones to take pictures of this almost

unknown Klara.

Among the people watching, there was only one person who was silent and had deep eyes.

Carson, the top of the list, was the bottom of the senior class.

He couldn't help but feel funny when he looked at the flaunting young girl in the crowd.

The cold, clear eyes and reckless, sharp movements were completely different from the girl he

remembered as the one with the lowered eyebrows.

"This Klara," he muttered, "is really interesting."

At the same moment on the road.

A limited edition Rolls-Royce was in motion.

"Mr. Davidson, we've got the information you need."

Assistant Milo respectfully spoke, the man in the back seat has delicate features, just with some tired

air.

"All the information has been investigated, Klara's mother died in childbirth while giving birth to her, the

current Mrs. Bell was a nanny of the Bell Family at the time, she gave birth to Polly a year after her From NôvelDrama.Org.

marriage to Mr. Bell."

Stanley sat in the back seat, his eyes did not open, but the eyelashes trembled slightly, the assistant

had no choice but to continue.

"Because of her stepmother and sister, Klara grew up with a low status inside the home and didn't

seem to be very interested in learning."

"Until now, repeating a grade twice, instead of becoming a classmate with her own sister, and because

of poor academic performance, she was always the one who was bullied at school."

Originally, he was diligently reporting everything about the collected Klara, but still couldn't help it and

was a little worried about Stanley.

He weighed his options and still couldn't help but speak up.

"Today is the beginning of the month, you really do not need to go to Dr. Austin to help stabilize the

toxins in the body?"

At the beginning of every month, Stanley would endure the pain of a poisonous attack.

And now, according to Milo's reasoning, he should be in the process of poisoning at this moment, but

Stanley is such a tough and resilient person, it is completely impossible to see that there is something

wrong with him.

Stanley was unconcerned about his question, but his eyelashes fluttered visibly twice and he suddenly

said.

"You mean she is often bullied?"

Since the master was not willing to say, the one who was the assistant was not qualified to pursue the

question, so he had to answer honestly.

"It's school bullying, for example, this midterm exam, Klara even made a bet with her sister that if she

couldn't beat her, she would have to walk around the school naked."

Originally Milo was just reporting the truth, but I didn't expect Stanley to react as if it was very intense,

only to see him suddenly open a pair of good-looking eyes.

But the sharpness in his eyes made Milo shudder.

"What's going to happen when she loses?"

"According to their bet is to take off their clothes and walk around the school, and, the results are

announced today."

Milo bowed his head and answered respectfully.

"Turn around now and let's go to that college of Klara's."

Stanley made the decision without hesitation.

And at the same time, inside the academy.

Klara stroked her slightly red hand, and her face was filled with a look of triumph and pleasure.

The whole six slaps down, Polly's face has been swollen miserably, lips also broke a lot of small mouth,

is slowly seeping out blood.

"Next time don't let me catch you again, if you dare to count me behind my back again, this end is only

the lightest punishment for you, you hear me?"

Polly just silently dropped her tears, whimpering and barely able to speak.

Klara nodded in satisfaction, then she was considered to have understood, so she clapped her hands

in satisfaction and prepared to turn around to leave.

The students on the sidelines didn't expect Klara to be so ruthless, and when they saw her leaving,

they also hurriedly dodged a path, who would dare to mess with this person?

Klara was more and more satisfied, humming and going downstairs, but she saw a familiar handsome

figure at the door.

Stanley was standing at the door, and he looked at Klara with a torn face.

He really should be torn, originally listening to Milo's report, he just found out about Klara's bet.

He was so worried about her being bullied at school, about her being subjected to that kind of inhuman

humiliation, that he had turned around and rushed over to the school.

He wanted to protect her and originally thought she must be pitifully surrounded by people, but he

didn't expect to see her flaunting her sister's slap as soon as he entered the door.

That arrogant.

That smug.

Klara didn't expect to see Stanley here either, so she asked casually.

"What are you doing here, what's wrong?"

Stanley didn't focus on her question, but just looked down at her hand.

"Hold out your hand."

"What for?"

When she heard Stanley's unintelligible question, Klara was confused and did not respond.

Stanley had lost his patience and took her hand directly.

Klara's hand was so slender and soft that it was hard to imagine that this little hand had just smacked

someone's face so badly that it could even see blood.

He turned over the palm of Klara's hand, and it was not surprising.

The original white palm has also been slightly red and swollen, after all, the force is mutual.

Stanley's brow furrowed.

"Milo, bring the medicine."

He ordered Milo in a cold voice, and Milo, as his personal assistant, naturally had all these things, so

he didn't even think about it and ran back to the car.

He quickly found the pain relief ointment and respectfully handed it to Stanley with both hands.

Stanley took the ointment and wiped a piece of it on Klara's palm, the ointment spread in the fingertips,

the coolness and very strong smell of medicine, awakened Klara's sanity.

He was rubbing the ointment on himself, and Klara subconsciously wanted to pull her hand back.

"No need, I'm not that delicate."