Force Marriage With Her

Chapter Seven

The entire studio grew instantly quiet. This was the first time they encountered this type of incident.

Becky was feeling so embarrassed. Her mind went blank. How could this happen to her?

Suddenly, a figure rushed onto the stage and took off her own coat to put it around her.

Becky gratefully looked up but saw a woman in front of her  staring at her chest. This person looked familiar.

Her face immediately turned red. She still didn't realize that this woman, who just helped her out was the same pervert she met the other day.

Becky quickly closed the coat to cover her chest.

Freen was a little disappointed. She reached out to Becky's chest. "Let go of your hands, I haven't seen it clearly yet."

"You pervert!" Becky was furious and slapped Freen's face.

Freen looked totally carried away. She only wanted to see the birthmark on her chest. Did she misunderstood something?

But there were too many people around them to explain everything to her. Freen grabbed Becky's right arm. "Come with me, I will take you to change your clothes."

Becky had wanted to struggle. After hearing what he said, she covered her body tightly with the coat and dress. quickly caught up with Freen.

Everything happened too fast. The crowd in the studio was stunned.

The director of the studio looked shocked.

Their president was beaten? And it seemed that she was acting like a pervert before she was beaten up. But then, she successfully enticed the girl away.

"Relax everyone. That person is one of our staff who is responsible for handling emergencies."

While everyone was still stunned, the director said on the other.

Everyone whispered for a while but they didn't take it seriously.

Becky followed Freen to an office.

Freen closed the door and looked back at Becky. "Undress yourself." she said with her poker face.

"Ha?" Becky watched her carefully. "You told me you would help me to change clothes? where are they?" she asked.

Freen grimaced with impatience. She was usually a patient person. But now, she didn't want to waste even one second.

She suddenly reached out and tugged on the suit jacket.

Becky was frightened. She swiftly dodged her and tried to slap her again but the woman just grabbed her wrist.

The coat and dress fell to the floor. Becky screamed and tried to use her hand to cover her chest.

Freen quickly caught her other wrist and put her two hands behind her back.

Becky struggled but she stepped back and was pushed against the wall by Freen.

Freen's gaze fell on her birthmark. Her expression become unpredictable.

'The position and shape were both right with this birthmark. Is it really her?' Freen was thinking.

Becky only felt like cold water was poured all over her. Now she only had underwear to cover her body. She only had this powerless experience once and that was happen the other day.

Becky looked at Freen. "It is you!" She then said with stunned look.

"You didn't recognize me earlier?" Freen was amazed.She remembered the encounter and thought it was funny. "You took off my clothes the other day, so now you came to me to take off your clothes as a redemption for your sin huh?" Freen twitched her lips. "You are so courteous."

"I came here to participate in the preliminary selection!" Becky was outraged.

"Oh, right. You just reminded me. So, you really wish to have a child with me?" Freen said with an evil grin.

"Who wants to have a baby with you? Who the hell do you think you are?" Becky stared at her angrily.

"I am Freen, Freen Sarocha Chankimha."

Becky was speechless.

She came to an interview for a surrogate mother and it was Freen who had organized this activity.

In a sense, girls who came to participate in it wanted to have a child with Freen.

But Becky did not want to believe the woman in front of her was Freen. She was just a pervert who liked to take advantage of women.

"Since you are Freen, can you please let go of me?" Becky squeezed a smile.

"No way." Freen shook her head "You didn't believe me. You just want to run away."

Becky could not say anything.

"But it is not appropriate for us to have a conversation in this situation."

"I feel it is very suitable."

"I do not, honorable Freen!" Becky shouted "Do you dare to switch positions?"

"Well, you will surely run if we do that." Freen said very honestly.

"I promise I won't run, okay?" Becky was about to cry.

"I'm sorry but I won't buy it."

This girl's eyes were drifting and she was always looking for a chance to get away. She would not let her run away.

"What do you want to do?" Becky asked almost desperately.

"I am really Freen Sarocha Chankimha." She frowned.

"Fine."

"You do not believe me?"

"I believe you! You are Freen Sarocha Chankimha. President of Chankimha Family Group. Okay?"

"You still don't believe me." Freen said calmly

"Enough already!" Becky was furious "You bastard, scoundrel! I will start screaming if you don't let go of me now!"

"Are you sure?" Freen eyes flickered. "I have many ways to make you shut up. You want to try?"

Becky stared at her angrily.

At least, Freen hadn't done anything strange at her yet. It would be better not to pissed her off at this moment.