The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor
Chapter 1108

Fane looked at the arrogant woman before him; he was tongue-tied.

The other party started the episode by calling them uncle jokingly, only then he called her 'aunty'.

To everyone's surprise, this was a sensitive woman; once she heard the word 'aunty', she swung her leg.

The woman was wearing high heels and the heels were sharp. If Fane really gets hit by this sharp heel, he would be...

When the heel was about to hit him, Fane bent slightly and grabbed the woman's foot with one hand, and gently pulled it toward himself.

'Ah!

The beautiful woman failed to stabilize herself and lunged toward Fane. Her other foot twisted, and the stiletto of the heel broke off. "Let go of me, you b*stard!"

The woman landed gently into Fane's embrace; her cheeks were kissed pink. She cursed at Fane as she was feeling hot on her cheeks.

Only then did Fane let go of the other party and said, "Miss, take this as a lesson for you today! These heels are so sharp, please don't use them to kick anyone in the future!"

"Brat, do you know who I am? I'm from the Lancaster family, and my father will come to pick me up with a bunch of bodyguards in a moment! How dare you take advantage of me! You definitely deserve some good punching today!"

Shirley looked at Fane huffily, and her hands clasped in front of her bosom, looking high and almighty.

"Oh, is that so? They're going to pick you up? Good to know. Well then. Nice to meet you, we'll make a move first."

Fane smiled faintly, not bothering to pay further attention to the other party.

At this time, not far away from Fane and the others, a young man with his hand holding a bouquet of flowers strode toward them with a dozen bodyguards following behind.

Shirley gazed over to the men and her face sank instantly. "What the heck? That guy, why is he here?"

The young man was a young master of a filthy rich family who often pestered her and clung to her like superglue. Shirley's face turned unsightly and dull.

Nonetheless, an idea suddenly popped up in her mind. She took off her heels, pulled her suitcase, and paced toward Fane, trying to catch up. She then grabbed Fane's arm from behind and leaned her head on Fane's shoulder. "Hmph! You touched my leg just now, and I'm yours now. I don't care! You have to be responsible for me, understand?" Shirley said to Fane.

Fane looked at Shirley and then looked at the gloomy young man who held a bouquet in his hand, standing not far from them. Fane's face went dull, and he was speechless at the woman's act. It was obvious that this woman was trying to use him as a shield to cast away the demon-the young rich man.

"Oh! Is that so? Hehe! Alright, don't regret it then!

Fane chuckled happily and wrapped his arm around the other party's waist gently. Shirley's face immediately turned into pink, the sort of pink that brought champagne roses to the imagination.

"You..."

Molten anger rolled through Shirley as she shot Fane a deadly glare.

"Oh? Weren't you the one who asked me to be responsible for you? What's wrong? Do you regret it now?"

Fane uttered with a cold smile.