His Versatile Gorgeous Wife novel Chapter 811

“Ah... Sasha... He's a celebrity.”

Sasha eyed the battered and bruised man in circumspect. Not one for popular culture, she failed to recognize him.

“Hmph!” snorted Sasha. “So what if he is? Our job is to protect Ms. Moore. Never mind a star, even the gods themselves will have to answer to us if they try to pick on her.”

“Right on! Now, watch how I bash his head in!”

Blake raised his fist and wound it up in anticipation of hammering it down upon the disoriented Jason.

“Wait!” Arielle immediately rushed forward to hold Blake back. “Don't be rash. Let's try to find out what's going on first.”

“Understood,” replied Blake who continued to regard the man with wary

eyes and his fists ready.

Arielle let out a sigh before she approached the wounded man. “Are you all right?”

Wrought with pain, the grimacing Jason sounded rather cranky. “The hell's wrong with you? Why did your friends jump me?

Hearing that voice jolted Arielle’s memories.

“Aren't you that weirdo who intercepted me at the supermarket?”

“Yes! That's me!” In the next second, Jason was seen stomping his foot.

“Whatever do you mean by weirdo? How am I weird at all?”

Arielle looked down at the mask and shades left on the ground in the aftermath of the walloping Blake handed out and nodded her head in earnest. “You are kind of strange, you know. Why are you all covered up like that on such a hot day?”

“That's because I'm too famous and afraid that I'll be recognized by my fans! How was I to know that you and your friends would decide to hit me on sight? I-Is my face okay?”

Jason frantically pulled out a mirror from his bag and became hysterical once more after he inspected his badly bruised face in it.