My Revenge Life,Fatty to Sexy novel Chapter 603

"Keep beating!"

Aston looked at his men, who were frozen in place, and ordered them in a cold voice, with ice and coldness in his eyes.

After saying that, he walked up to Jocelyn and smiled curtly, "Miss Murphy, I'm just teaching a disobedient trash a lesson, so don't... Ah!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Jocelyn raised her hand and fiercely threw a slap towards his face, stunning the crowd.

The severe pain spread, and Aston was angry.

But even so, he did not dare to show anything.

He simply caressed his face and continued to ask curtly, "Miss Murphy, Ah!"

Without waiting for him to finish his sentence, Jocelyn lifted her foot and kicked him out sharply.

Aston was even more stunned.

The pain was so intense that he wanted to get up, but he couldn't.

Then he slumped helplessly to the ground, looked at Jocelyn and asked, "Have I offended you? What do you do this to me?"

Aston's men, who had been prepared to continue, froze at this moment, not knowing whether they should continue or not.

"How dare you lay hands on my friend?" Jocelyn's expression was clear and cold, and her voice was not too loud.

But even so, it's still enough to make people tremble.

At these words, Aston subconsciously shivered and his whole body froze in place, "What? He is your friend?"

At this moment, Jace, who was on the ground, was already on his deathbed.

Looking at Jocelyn who, in the midst of despair, came to him, at this moment, he felt that this woman's whole body radiated a holy light.

At this moment, Jocelyn was an angel who brought him back from the brink of death.

How could Aston have ever imagined that the person he had so casually softly pinched before actually had a big shot friend like Jocelyn!

His people were dumbfounded.

In Flento City, everyone knew that Jocelyn was the apple of Noah's eye, and whoever offended Jocelyn would die.

Thinking of this, Aston looked at his men and ordered, "What are you waiting for? Help Jace up."

His men helped Jace to his feet.

Jace's teeth were knocked out several times and his entire mouth was bleeding all the time at this point.

His face, bruised in many places, was also bleeding, much like a corpse.

Looking at such a Jace, Jocelyn was instantly furious to the extreme.

It was at this point that her twelve bodyguards, who had pushed their way through the crowd, came directly behind her.

Jocelyn stepped forward and carefully supported Jace, saying with concern, "Jace, are you okay?"

Jace panted and covered his cramped abdomen, bending over, "It shouldn't have hurt his internal organs, he can't die."

Aston, on the ground, finally scrambled to his feet.

In the next second, he flung himself at Jace's feet in front of a large audience, kneeling down with a thud and rubbing his hands together back and forth repeatedly as he reverently apologized, "I'm sorry, Jace, forgive me please."

"Please help me to beg for mercy, tell Miss Murphy let me go." Aston said again.

After so many years of being arrogant and domineering, today, he has come across someone he cannot offend.

He absolutely cannot offend Jocelyn! Offending Jocelyn is the same as offending Noah.

And to offend Noah would be a dead end!

There was not a single person who gathered around, who did not feel good about it.

Sitting inside the car, Jace felt even more pain in his body.

No part of the body is in good shape.

He fastened his seatbelt with difficulty, looked at Jocelyn and said in an airy tone, "Miss Murphy, thank you."

"No need," Jocelyn said lightly. She then took Jace's pulse.

Judging from the pulse, no internal organs were injured.

She then inquired, "Does the inside of your head hurt? Do you feel dizzy?"

Jace shook his head, "My head doesn't hurt, and the limbs are fine, just superficial injuries, don't worry."

Jocelyn then let out a long sigh of relief and drove straight to the clinic across the road.

After helping Jace to treat his wounds, Jocelyn assisted him and went back to her Maserati.

At this time, a row of black Cayenne bodyguard cars drove straight over.

Jocelyn then frowned slightly and half lowered the window.

Soon, a bodyguard, respectfully bowing his head, came to Jocelyn's side, "Miss Murphy, we have beaten him up."

Jocelyn was just about to respond to the bodyguard when her afterglow glanced across the road and saw the dying Aston, being supported by several of her own men, walking out.

Jocelyn hooked her lips in satisfaction, "Good."

With those words, she kicked the accelerator and drove the red Maserati, straight into the traffic.

Next to him, Jace's whole body was still in pain, and at this moment, he had absolutely no energy to speak, and could only close his eyes slightly.