Chapter 270 The Old Man Pounced On Her

She glanced behind to see the condition of the man. Turning around she met the man's murderous glares centred on her.

"Gosh, I will be so fucked up if I can't get out of here now," Joanna muttered as she turned and tried her luck again.

"Why is the damn door not opening," frustrated Joanna cried as she kept on pulling the door's knob as if her life depended on it.

As Joanna kept on trying to open the door, she didn't see the man vanish only to resurface behind her back.

Without giving her head up the angry man yanked Joanna's hair and violently pulled her along with him.

When he reached the centre table he shoved her onto one of the black couches and pin her hands against the couch.

"You are the one who has been sending me gifts almost daily. I have tolerated you for a few minutes thinking that you are shy but how dare…,"

"I sent you gifts?" Joanna questioned. She didn't stop struggling while searching for an opportunity to save herself.

"What are you talking about? Why does it feel like you are talking about a different person? Are you perhaps on drugs?" Joanna asked rudely.

Because he was the Chancellor she was only being polite to save his face but the scum in front of her didn't deserve respect. And as such, she will treat him in the same way she treats scumbags.

"If you think that you can play with my feelings by pretending that you don't know what I mean then you are wrong," Mr Aidan bellowed. He grabbed Joanna's white collar and with one slight pull the man whose eyes had turned crimson red tore her clothes apart.

[Gosh, this can't be happening. I have tried my best to save my chastity all these years. I can't let it get taken away by this scoundrel. I need to do something]

Joanna's eyes frantically moved away from the spacious office. She searched for anything she could use as a weapon to save herself.

Joanna's eyes were still roaming around the room when her activated blue eyes scanned a book placed on the second-highest shelf on the tall bookshelf placed at the other end of the room.

"A webcam!" Joanna's mouth dropped open.

Just then the scene of what happened ever since she set foot in the man's office began replaying in her head.

Since from the onset the man acted like they were close to each other. The way he spoke and gesticulated wasn't the manner he would have behaved with a student.

The part the man mentioned gifts and her calling him sweet names also popped up in her head.

[Fuck! Did I just walk into a trap?]

Joanna's eyes widened. The thought that someone might have played a huge joke on her made her shudder.

Meanwhile, as this was going on Mr Aidan didn't know that his actions which were supposed to be a secret were broadcast for the entire campus to listen to.

The moment Mr Aidan's voice came live on the school's speaker everyone stopped what they were doing and listened to the voices playing.

At the cafeteria, labs, swimming arena, fields, art gallery, lectures halls and even the lecturers' room everyone was seen arguing over whom the voices belonged.

"Is that Mr Aidan's voice?"

"That is the Chancellor's voice,"

"And who is the lady's voice".

On the entire campus, everyone was seen discussing the ongoing live broadcast.

On the quiet field, Tiffany and her friends were seen laughing with their eyes glued to the screen in front of them.

In the video, Mr Aidan was seen trying to kiss Joanna on the cheek but Joanna as always resisted with all her might.

In the clip playing live, Joanna was seen moving frantically on the couch.

After wrestling with the man for over twenty minutes she was exhausted. Just when she wanted to give up, an opportunity came and the desperate lady grabbed it with both hands.

With force, Joanna hit Mr Aidan's groin with her left knee causing him to release her instantly.

Mr Aidan staggered a few steps backwards with his hands holding his cock like it was gonna fall off if he didn't do that.

He groaned as he nursed his painful cock with both hands.

Joanna didn't wait for him to recover before she acted.

"If he thinks he can trap me here by locking the door then he is wrong. With my hands I will create a path for myself," Joanna mumbled sternly. She ran and grabbed the golf stick placed in the corner of the room.

With the golf stick in her hands, she hastened to the glass window.

She raised the golf stick in the hair and without hesitation, she hit the glass window hard with it

Smash!

The broken glass bounced as it fell on the floor.

Still, in a hurry, Joanna climbed the tall window. Out of reflexes, she shut her eyes when she saw the distance from the floor.

[I should be a cripple than let that scoundrel violate me. I will never allow it]

The height from the ground wasn't enough to dampen Joanna's resolve instead she found a new confidence within.

She was about to jump down from the fourth floor when someone yanked her hair. The next thing she felt was sharp pains in her hands, legs and butt.

Lowering her gaze, she was stunned to see that she was sitting on the shards of broken glass.

As Tiffany was watching another person's plight with a thrill, they were so distracted and didn't feel someone approaching where they sat.

"Joanna Anderson, if you think that I will let this slide after accepting my gifts which were my token of love then you are wrong," Mr Aidan thundered.

"Oops… he just let her name slip off his mouth. I was thinking of how to make him take her name, he makes things much easier for us. The universe must be on our side," Tiffany said grinning.