One Night Stand With The Uninvited Wolf President

Chapter 97 The Ointment

Johny woke up and had a headache. For a moment, he didn't even know where he was.

He rubbed his temples and thought of what had happened last night. Suddenly, he turned to look at the

other side of the bed.

It was empty.

Ceres wasn't there.

Last night, he was not totally drunk. He remembered clearly what had happened. In the beginning, he

was just angry. He was angry at Ceres's concealment and whether Ceres loved him or not.

However, when he touched her body, his reason completely collapsed. He had not touched a woman's

body for thirty years. At that moment, he could not think rationally.

Johny got out of bed and rushed out of the room in his wheelchair. He shouted, "Ceres!"

Sofia saw him in such a panic and came over to answer, "Mrs. Winsor is in the kitchen."

Only then did Johny calm down slowly. It turned out that she had not left.

"But..."

"What?"

"Mrs. Winsor is in a state of preoccupation. She ignored me when I talked to her. She just sits alone in

the kitchen and distributes the beans on the bench. She separates red beans and green beans. She

doesn't talk to anyone."

Sofia looked at Ceres and felt worried. She did not know what had happened to Ceres.

Johny remembered that such a scene had happened once. He almost raped her as a bodyguard. The

next day, she distributed beans in the kitchen like a robot.

"I see."

Johny returned to the bedroom, put on clothes, and went downstairs. When he passed by the kitchen,

he saw Ceres with her back to the door. She was distributing the beans mechanically like last time.

He turned his wheelchair and would go over to comfort her, but he thought that she would not be willing

to talk with him. Thus, he left.

It would be better for them to stay alone and calm down.

He arrived at the company, entered the president's office and found that his secretary, Ben, had not

arrived yet. He called Ben. Ben's hesitant voice came from the phone. "Mr. Johny, what can I do for

you?"

"What do you think I need? It's so late. Why you're still sleeping? Why haven't you come to the

company?"

Johny shouted at his phone.

"Mr. Johny, today is Saturday."

Only then did Johny realize that today was Saturday. No wonder the company was so quiet today.

He hung up and threw his phone aside.

He rubbed his temples with one hand. He remembered how rough he was yesterday. He could still feel

her body trembling.

He hurt her last night.

Johny picked up his phone again and called Bill. Bill also stammered and sounded drowsy.

"Johny, what's the matter?"

Johny was silent for a moment and asked, "Do you have that kind of ointment?"

Hearing Johny's words, Bill woke up. "Johny, are you impotent? I have many such ointments!"

"No! I need the ointment for women. I might have hurt her last night." Johny was reluctant to talk to Bill

about this, but he couldn't ask anyone else except for Bill.

"Damn! Johny, Ceres is too young. You can't do it by force!"

"Cut the crap. Do you have it?"

"Alright, I'll send you the picture."

"Keep it as a secret. Otherwise, you will know the consequences."

Johny hung up the phone and felt disturbed again.

Bill sent the picture to Johny soon.

After a while, Ben finally came. Although it was annoyed to be called up on Saturday, there was no

other way. His boss was Johny!

"Mr. Johny, is there any emergency?" Ben asked with fear. Johny was in a bad mood.

"Go to the Morris'."

Johny brought his men and rushed into the Morris'. It was Saturday. Mike did not need to go to work

either. The entire Morris family's villa was quiet.

When Johny barged in with his men, the servants rushed to Mike's bedroom. Mike ran down in his

pajamas and was shocked to see Johny.

"Get to the point. Take out the household register."

Mike looked nervous. He hadn't expected Johny to be so anxious that he even came to his home to

ask for the household register!

"I'm sorry about that. I've explained that Mary's school is using the household register to handle the

procedures for her abroad competition. Mr. Johny, please wait for more time."

Johny winked at his bodyguards. Two bodyguards stepped forward and pressed Mike on both sides.

They pressed him down on the coffee table.

Ben came up to Mike. "Mr. Mike, Mr. Johny has asked for it for many times. If you don't give it to him

today, the consequences will be too ghastly to contemplate."

A bodyguard forcefully pressed Mike's hand on the coffee table. Another bodyguard took out a dagger.

Hearing the noises, Sally and Mary went downstairs. When they saw Mike being pressed down on the

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"Johny, this is my home. Don't go too far!" Mike's face turned red.

"So what if I go too far?" Johny was indifferent.

He had never failed to do what he would like to do.

"I'll count to three. If you don't give the household register to me, they will cut off one of your fingers."

Sally and Mary were so scared that they hugged each other tightly. The servants of the Morris family

hid in other rooms.

"Johny! The household register is in my school. You can't get it even though you force my father! Let go

of my father!" Mary summoned up her courage and shouted.

"Is that so?" Johny raised his eyebrows.

"It's true! The household register is in my school. The office is closed at the weekend. Today is

Saturday. Wait for Monday. I will take you to get it on Monday. Please let go of my father."

"One, two." Johny ignored Mary.

Sally was so scared that she kept quiet out of fear. Mary shouted, "I told you that I would give it to you

on Monday. Why don't you believe me?"

Mike was no longer as bold as before. "Monday. Mary is right. We will give it to you on Monday. I

promise!"

"Three!" Johny counted to three.

The bodyguard raised the dagger.

"No!" Mary screamed and closed her eyes.

Mike screamed!

Mike's pinky had been cut off!

When Mary opened her eyes and saw her father's broken pinky, she sat down on the ground.

Mike was so painful that he almost fainted. The sweat on his forehead dripped down. He gasped for

breath.

"I'll count to three again. If you can't take it out, your index finger will be cut off."

"Johny, you ... you ... you are going too far!"

"I'll give it to you. I will." Mary stared blankly at the broken finger.