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6 Dislocating an Arm

　　 　　    "Jasmine Jones, what are you doing?!" 　　With a violent shout, the handsome and tall man walks in with fury. 　　    When Jasmine just turned his head, she is pushed to one side and falls on the floor. Her waist just hits the sharp corner of the bedside table. It hurts so much that she takes a deep breath. 　　    She doesn’t cry, but Aimee has already cried. 　　    "Romeo, you finally came." Aimee rubes her hand on the cheeks that were beaten red with her lips biting, and she watched Romeo with a delicate looking, "If you don't come, I I really don't know what to do." 　　    "I am here now. Who dares to do it again?" Romeo says, and his cold eyes sweeps to Jasmine. "Which hand did you use to slap Aimee just now?!" 　　    "Romeo, don't blame Jasmine. That’s because she...she like you so much. I, I can understand her..." 　　    Aimee grabs the sleeves of Romeo. 　　    She and Romeo have known each other for many years, and she knows how to easily provoke his anger. What she said seems to be understanding, but she knows that Romeo will 100% be angry. 　　    Because, what Romeo hates most is being pestered by Jasmine! 　　    "I can't afford any of her affection!" 　　    When Jasmine looks up, it is Aimee’s gloating expression. 　　    Disgusting, not a little bit! 　　    But... she is not as sad as Aimee thought... 　　    Romeo doesn’t like her. She knows truly the fact from the beginning, and now she has given up her affection for him and her heart is broken. 　　    Just a broken heart, how can it be sad? 　　    "I beat her, so what?!" Jasmine doesn’t want to explain, but she can’t yield. "Aimee ruined my reputation, invited a group of mobs to pretend to be police and reporters to humiliate me. What’s wrong if I beat her? Grandma Mitchell is also her grandmother, but she... ah!" 　　    Jasmine is not finished, her wrist is buckled by Romeo, and she exclaims in pain. 　　    She is too aching to complete the words. 　　    The man is like a cloud of darkness, covering her in a thick shadow. 　　    The atmosphere is cold and gloomy. 　　    Romeo stares at her pale face, and asks indifferently, "Jasmine Jones, you are so bold! You made mistakes and you blamed others. Where are your manners?" 　　    Jasmine chuckles with irony, "Romeo Johnson, are you blind? Since you don't believe any word I say, just do it directly. So you want to take vengeance for Aimee on me? Come on, I’m here." 　　    Her hand bones are almost crushed, but the more painful is still the heart. 　　    No matter what Aimee does, others believe her and protect her. 　　    And she, Jasmine Jones, always lose the most and no one believes that she is the victim. 　　    What a freaking world it is! 　　    "I don't teach you, you will not remember!" 　　     Romeo dislocated Jasmine’s arm in a blink. 　　     He was once a soldier of a special troop, so he was very decisive. 　　    Jasmine's right hand is swaying in the air, hanging on her side, and the pain makes her forehead sweating. 　　    "That's okay? She is depending on you. Don't teach me more lessons to make her happy?" Jasmine’s face turns even paler, but she smiles charmingly. "Though Miss Aimee is gentle and kind, in fact, she really wants to see me die." 　　    Romeo’s face is hardened in silent. 　　    He will not harm her again, and Jasmine will surely not ask for problems. 　　    She is not stupid. 　　    She struggles to pick up her belongings and is ready to leave. Before she leaves, she looks at Romeo. 　　"I was raised in the Mitchell Family. I learned my manners from them. It is none of the Jones’ business. In the past, Adam Mitchell deliberately exchanged me and Aimee Jones, but he didn't bother to teach me. Now I beat his daughter. I can only say that I just did what he did to me! If you have to blame, just blame the Mitchell family! Hurt me, you are such a man!"