A Wild and Hot Cutie

"Uncle, how can I get out when you bind me like this?"

Mark unties her and says, "You don't want to run away. If you dare to run away, I'll go to your school and tell your classmates that you, Alisa, have been someone else's mistress..."

Alisa opens her mouth and looks at mark incredulously. She begins to wonder if this man is her uncle or not?

"Go!"

Mark covers his face with a gray cap, keeps a certain distance from Alisa, and walks out of the bicycle factory.

After turning left at the exit of the alley, he sees branch of Huaxia Bank.

Mark hesitates for a moment, but decides to venture out with Alisa.

Soon, two people came to the lobby of the bank.

Alisa shows her bank card. "This is my gold card. I want to withdraw money."

The lobby manager takes Alisa's card. "Oh, miss, just a moment. I'll check it."

Alisa nods and looks back to see mark. Mark only shows two eyes. The knife under the sleeve comes out with a sharp point. She reaches for her neck and touches it. There are thin blood lines flowing out.

Three minutes later, the lobby manager comes out and says, "Hello, miss, this is a VIP card with no limit. If you want to withdraw money, please come with me..."

Mark sees that Alisa is going to be invited, and hurries to follow.

The lobby manager looks back at mark. "Sir, please wait outside..."

Mark quickly explains, "I'm her uncle. She has to take a lot of money. I'm afraid she will take it..."

The lobby manager smiles politely and mildly, blocking Mark.

"I'm sorry, sir. We only allow the cardholder himself to enter the VIP room, which is our rule. You can rest assured that no matter how much money we take, we will give her the safest protection measures according to her own wishes." Mark watches Alisa disappear at the corner of the bank passage.

When he thinks about it carefully, he suddenly feels something is wrong. Didn't Alisa say that this card was stolen from Davis? Why does it become the cardholder's own? This girl must have lied to him. Mark wakes up and is about to run outside.

All of a sudden, two security guards rushes over and grabs Mark.

Mark roars and struggles. "You let go of me. What are you doing?"

The security guard calmly searches out a rusty knife from him. "Are you carrying a murder weapon into the bank? Is there anything wrong?"

"Let go of me. It's just a knife, not a gun. You can't catch me like this..."

Mark struggles hard. At this time, a pair of leather shoes comes in from outside the bank, with a long, straight figure and a domineering and handsome face in his sight.

Davis takes off the sunglasses on his face and goes to Mark's front in dark time. "If you don't go to heaven, if you don't go to hell, you will enter."

Mark is stupid. He doesn't expect that Davis will come here.

"Davis, you dare to touch me. Alisa won't forgive you."

Davis's eyes dims. "Take him back!"

The bodyguard who follows him goes straight to Mark and takes him away from the guard.

In the VIP room, Alisa is sitting uneasily.

Although it's said that I came in to collect money, it's just a tea lounge.

There is no staff in it except for the sofa and a small table.

There is a heavy step, and Davis appears in her sight.

Alisa gets up in a hurry. "Davis!"

Davis sees the injury on her neck at a glance. He leaps over and reaches for her collar.

"Alisa, you can do it! Let you not come out, you have to run out yourself, you can't wait to take my money away?"

Alisa doesn't know what happened outside. She looks at Davis nervously. "I'm sorry, my uncle needs money. You don't blame him, you help me to call the police, he owes a lot of usury. He was chased by usury." Davis reaches out and pinches her nose.

"Go back to me and explain clearly..."

After returning to the villa, Alisa is forcibly dragged to the bathroom by Davis. After washing the wound, she changes to the clean and comfortable clothes. He gives her medicine, and then blows her hair with a hairdryer. "I'm sorry, Davis. I didn't expect uncle to be so terrible."

Davis rubs her hair discontentedly. "Why are you so stupid to believe mark?"

Alisa pulls herself up. "Was he taken away by the police?"

Davis squints slightly. Alisa's hair is half dry. Davis turns off the hair dryer.

"Alisa, how did Mark lure you to that alley?"

Alisa doesn't say anything about Jordan before, but says lightly, "I've received strange messages these days, and then I'll go and have a look."

Davis's perfect lips are full of ridicule. "Don't you know there's a lunatic who specializes in rape women?"

Alisa touches her chin. "He is not my uncle, is he?"

"I don't understand how you can believe him. He's the lunatic. He's been identified by several victims, so don't think about it anymore."

Davis says, puts down the hair dryer, and aggressively pushes Alisa to bed.

"Listen, give me a good rest. Don't leave the room for half a step..."

Davis finishes, turns off the room's wall lights and strides out.

Alisa doesn't sleep well last night. In addition, she is so frightened during the day and falls asleep.

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