Let's Get Married Chapter 735: Mr. Pehry Is Furious

In the meanwhile, Pehry raises his wrist and looks at his watch. Twelve minutes has passed since
Jasmine left. The bathroom is at the end of the corridor. This floor is filled with VIP rooms. There is
almost no one there. She has been gone for so long and still hasn't come back yet. What happens?

Does she feel sick after drinking or does she just leave?

Pehry is a little absent-minded. Ever since Jasmine left, he doesn't even feel interested in the women
around him, regardless of how hard they try to attract him.

He is not interested at all.

Moreover, everyone present is almost drunk, but he is sober. Looking at the twisted faces under the
influence of alcohol, he is even more irritated.

"Where's Robert?" Someone suddenly asks. No one answers, but Pehry also hears this.

As if something had suddenly smashed into his heart, shattered his emotional outer shell, and made
him much more rational.

When Jasmine went to the bathroom just now, Robert followed her. Afterwards, his attention was
focused on Jasmine, but he forgot that there was another man who disappeared with her....

Pehry is a person who has experienced all sorts of business dinners. He should have known clearly
what is going on, but he didn't expect that he would be so emotional just now.

He suddenly stands up from the sofa and walks out of the room without saying a word, leaving the
crowd puzzled.

When the music stops, one of them asks in confusion, "What happened to Mr. Pehry?"



Outside the room, Pehry grabs the manager guarding the door and asks with a gloomy expression,
"Where's Jasmine?"

"Miss Jasmine went to the bathroom just now, but she hasn't come out yet...."

Pehry immediately strides towards the toilet. The closer he gets to the bathroom, the gloomier he feels.

He walks to the door and sees a yellow sign that reads, "In Maintenance." He is worried.

Without the slightest hesitation, he walks in. Hearing the faint sound of struggle, he finds one of the
cubicles accurately. He directly raises his leg and kicks the door open.

With a loud sound, the thin door slams into the man's back due to the tremendous impact, causing
Robert to howl in pain.

"Damn! Who dares...?"

The curse stops when the man sees Pehry. Robert is stunned and says, "Mr ... Mr. Pehry?"

Pehry looks over him and sees the weak girl who is lying in a corner.

Almost all the clothes on the girl's body are torn apart. The stripped cloth hung loosely on her body,
unable to hide anything at all. Her underwear is in a corner. Her hair is messy, and her face is covered
with tears. And the corners of her mouth are stained with blood.

Pehry instantly feels all the blood in his body rushing towards his head. He walks straight into the
narrow cubicle.

The man squats down and looks at the girl in front of him. He looks at her trembling body, takes off his
coat, and put it on her.



When his fingers touched her, Jasmine trembles violently, as if she hasn't recovered from the shock
just now.

"Don't be afraid," Pehry says. Seeing the redness on her neck and her slightly swollen face, he feels as
if her heart were being torn apart. "Is there any injury?" he asks.

Jasmine is still in a state of shock. Robert's belt had been untied. If Pehry hadn't barged in just now,
she might....

"Jasmine?" Seeing her dazed, Pehry feels extremely distressed. He hates himself that he hasn't come
earlier.

"No, I bit his hand," she says in a low voice and does not dare to look up at Robert standing outside.

That ugly face disgusts her.

"Stay here for a while and I'll take you away immediately, okay?"

Jasmine nods, gathers her coat tightly, and closes her eyes. Sparkling tears trickles down her cheek. In
less than ten minutes, her eyes have already swollen.

Pehry stands up and closes the door of the cubicle. Robert is already scared when he sees Pehry
placate Jasmine.

Pehry seemed to dislike her very much in the private room just now, why now....

Obviously, Pehry does not intend to give him a chance to figure it out. He walks over, slowly unfastens
his sleeves and rolls them up, saying, "Did you touch her?"

"No, no! Mr. Pehry, I didn't know she is your girl. If I knew it, I wouldn't dare to...."



Before he can finish speaking, Pehry has already fiercely kicked the man in the belly. He used to be a
martial artist, and he has even won the championship in a competition. It is easy for him to kick
Robert's ass.

Robert is directly beat down to the ground by him. And he feels extreme pain in his belly.

....

"Mr. Pehry, I didn't do anything...."

"So why is she crying if you didn't do anything to her?" Pehry sneers. When he thinks of her trembling
body, he wishes he can kill this bustard. "I've never been so angry," he says.

Robert is totally scared by what Pehry says. He has a premonition that he might not be able to leave
the bathroom tonight.

He doesn't expect Pehry to care so much about Jasmine. Since he is so furious because of her, she is
definitely not just his girlfriend. Can it be ... Robert's face turns pale when he thinks of this, and he
hurriedly starts begging for mercy.

"Mr. Pehry, please spare me. I was wrong. Please!"

"You're too noisy." After saying that, Pehry directly raises his foot and fiercely kicks the man in his
mouth.

In an instant, it becomes silent. Robert feels so painful that he can't even feel his mouth.

However, Pehry doesn't stop. He puts forth his strength. He can even feel his sole directly rubbing
Robert's teeth.



The blood trickles down his mouth. He doesn't know if it is because he is lying on the ground. Robert
feels that Pehry, who is standing in front of him, is especially tall and scary.

Pehry bends down and grab his collar. It is easy for him to pull Robert up.

Robert wants to say something, but unfortunately, he has suffered a heavy blow just now, and his voice
is already vague. In the next second, the man's iron-hard fist fiercely swings over.

Bang!

The knuckles strike his nose. He feels a sharp and unbearable pain. For a moment, Robert thinks that
he may die.

As for Pehry, he treats him like a punching bag. Every time he swings his fist, he exerts all his
strength.


62fb1bb41dcb31934bd49bda