Enchanted By His Charm



"Bullshit! I am not an entertainment woman!" Becky gnashed her teeth in anger.

"There is no use denying the truth. Becky, even though you make some achievements by some dirty means, I still have to tell you that don't try to take advantage of Joseph to elevate your social status. He is my husband. This is an unchangeable fact. But what a regret! Even if you miss him every day, the only thing you can do is look at Joseph's picture to relieve your love sickness," Irish mocked her while saying.

"Irish, you..." Becky rushed to Irish and pointed at her. However, she was too angry to utter a single word.

In the next second, her finger was clenched tightly by Irish. 

"Ouch!" Becky couldn't help but cry out.

She tried to hit Irish with her other hand, but Irish grasped her hands and then pressed her against the wall.

"You cut my wedding dress, right? I am not sure who did it, but now I am sure what the hell you did to my wedding," said Irish with a sneer. "Do you feel upset to be ignored by your company? You deserve it. How dare you come to me today? Don't you be afraid that you will get a more severe punishment? I am capable enough to handle you," Irish added.

"Loosen your grip! Let me go!" Becky screamed.

"You also left that mystifying note, right? You better accept psychological treatment. Why did you leave the mystifying note? Say it!" said Irish while glaring at her.

"What mystifying note are you talking about? I don't know what you are talking about. Let me go. You almost broke my arms!" shouted Becky, struggling to break free from Irish's grip.

"Well, it doesn't matter whether you admit it or not. Anyway, you are a sicko. Are you really silly, or just fooled by Britney? I don't think I am your rival in love. You are fascinated by my husband, so you want to establish contact with him. But I don't understand why you did so many stupid things. It is natural for Britney to hate me since she had sex with my husband before, but now you are just a paw for Britney. Stupid woman!"

After hearing this, Becky started gasping and said angrily, "Irish, you are an asshole. I don't understand why Joseph married you. You are also a mistress at the beginning. You robbed your sister's husband. Yes, it is me who cut your wedding dress because I want to give you a lesson. You pushed into a tight corner because of your bullshit nonsense. Bitch!"

Irish just kept sneering and grabbed her hair abruptly.

"Ouch!" Becky cried out as she felt the pain.

"I swore that I would pull out the hair of the person who cut my wedding dress. Now the case is entirely cleared," Irish growled.

Becky was flurried to hear this and began to struggle. However, she failed again after several attempts.

Irish grabbed her by the hair and held her in front of the mirror. "You are right. I took the initiative to raise Joseph's attention. So what? How dare you compare me with you? Who do you think you are?" Irish snapped in a cold tone.

Irish glared at her while forcing her to look in the mirror.

"You and your friend Britney are not as beautiful as me. And it seems that Britney is in better shape than you. As for the family background..." Irish stopped a little while and then continued harshly, "I come from a notable family while you are just a nobody, so I really can't figure out why you dare compare with me. Aside from these extrinsic factors, you should know how to please Joseph. Do you think he would be aroused by you as long as you take off your clothes in front of him? It is not difficult to seduce a man, but you have to seek some good ways. I am successful because he is my husband now. Don't daydream about being his mistress or his wife. It is impossible. I can tell you that you will definitely regret it as long as you do something stupid again."

As soon as Irish finished her words, she loosened her grip suddenly while Becky staggered back and then fell to the ground.

Christy happened to open the door and found Becky sitting on the ground, disheveled. Cheska also walked in with Christy but was shocked by what she saw.

"Are you Becky?" Christy asked in a shaky voice a while later.

Becky stood, rushed to Christy, and shouted, "You see that! Doctor Irish attacked me!" She cried out regardless of her public image.

"What?" Christy was stunned.

Cheska stepped forward and then furrowed her eyebrows. "Becky, it is not suitable to argue here, after all, you are a public character. The dog packs would release negative reports about it."

"I am not afraid of those dog packs. I am going to tell them what kind of woman she was," Becky shouted while pointing at Irish.

Shocked, Cheska stood there in stillness.

However, Irish remained calm and said, "Go and establish a document for Becky. I suspect that she is suffering from manifestation."

Christy was astonished as he heard that since he knew that as long as the pathological document was established, the person was deemed to be mad. 

However, Becky didn't know what it meant, and she just yelled at Irish, "Bullshit! You are talking bullshit! You are the sicko here." 

"Then why do you come here if you are not suffering from any mental problem?" Irish asked with a sneer.

Confused, Cheska looked at Irish, whose hair was wet, and realized something unpleasant must happen between them. A few minutes later, Cheska heaved a sigh and said, "Becky, you better not kick up a row here. Leave here as soon as possible."

However, Becky just glared at Irish without replying.

"Christy, go ahead," Irish ordered while Christy hastily followed her words.

"Irish, bitch! Just wait and see. I am not going to give in!" Becky yelled indignantly and then left.

Finally, the farce ended.

Cheska stepped forward and said in an annoyed tone, "Irish, our clinic is bothered by those dog packs frequently because of you. Don't give us any trouble again and again."

After hearing this, Irish didn't even look up at her and then replied, "But you can take advantage of this situation. As long as you can handle these problems for me, then you will become the director of this clinic."

Irritated, Cheska flushed and responded unpleasantly, "Becky is right. You are the sicko here." 

She walked away as she finished her sentence.

Irish leaned on the couch with her eyes closed and heaved a sigh.