chapter 33 He did something eye-catching

Plop! With a resounding splash, the figure plunged heavily into the water. "Damn! What bad luck! Meeting a suicide case so early in the morning!" Maxwell suddenly got up and ran to the edge of the pool at the foot of the mountain as fast as he could. The water in the pool was a clear, sparkling green, appearing very deep. There were still ripples on the surface, indicating that the person who fell in had probably sunk to the bottom. Maxwell quickly took off his coat and leaped into the water with a swift dive. Whoa! So cold! Even though it was summertime, the water in the pool was still bone-chillingly cold. Maxwell dove nearly five meters deep until he finally saw a graceful figure. It was a woman with a captivating appearance, her tight red outfit outlining her devilish curves, her long black hair flowing around her, and with the serene pool, it all formed an incredibly visually striking scene. The woman's eyes were tightly closed as her body slowly sank downwards, clearly unconscious. Maxwell accelerated suddenly, pulling the woman to the surface at the fastest speed. By now, the woman had stopped breathing, her heartbeat ceased, and she could perish at any moment. Without delay, Maxwell cleared the water from her mouth and nose, then began artificial respiration and CPR. The soft, chilly lips made Maxwell's heart sway involuntarily. As he performed the life-saving actions, he couldn't help but mutter. How could such a beautiful woman attempt suicide? Such a tragic fate! Thirty cycles of CPR, two breaths for each cycle... Maxwell's movements were like that of a precise machine, each compression hitting the perfect spot every time. Every breath was just the right amount of air. As he reached the sixth cycle and gave the woman a breath, she suddenly opened her eyes. Her beautiful phoenix eyes met Maxwell's, immediately bursting with fierce hostility. "You scoundrel! Die!" The woman shouted angrily, landing a fierce palm strike on Maxwell's chest. She was none other than the feared Aubrey Fiddler. She was renowned throughout the underground society of Delington! In Delington, no man dared to disrespect her. Although Aubrey was stunningly beautiful, she was an absolute no-go zone for men. But now, she found herself pinned down by a disheveled man. Her ruby lips were being tasted by that man. Her delicate body was being defiled by that man. At that moment, her mind was filled with hatred. Bang! With a thud, Maxwell flipped backward. "Damn it!" Maxwell got up quickly, rubbing his chest, cursing, "Are you crazy? I just saved you!" Aubrey got up, coughing violently several times. It then occurred to her that she was practicing on the cliff, had a mishap, lost consciousness, and unexpectedly fell into the deep pool. Aubrey snorted. "You're taking advantage of me! I'll kill you!" With that, she attacked Maxwell again. Her fists and feet flew, and each strike aimed at Maxwell's vital points. "You crazy woman!" Maxwell dodged a few strikes, growing increasingly infuriated. Initially, he attributed her behavior to her just waking up disoriented, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. However, Maxwell hadn't expected her to become more and more unreasonable! Every move she made targeted vital spots, making it genuinely life-threatening. Unable to bear it anymore, Maxwell decided that such an unreasonable person deserved a good beating! With a swift movement, Maxwell darted behind her, delivering a powerful kick. Thud! His foot accurately hit her round and firm rear end. The tremendous force caused Aubrey to stagger, stumbling to the ground. Before she could get up, Maxwell mounted her, pressing his knee against her lower back. "Let me go! You scoundrel!" Bound tightly, Aubrey struggled with all her might, but to no avail. The small of the back, the body's core, when firmly pressed, rendered one utterly powerless to stand. "Madwoman, behave yourself!" Maxwell seized her arm, twisting it fiercely behind her back. "Ah!" Aubrey cried out in pain, gritting her teeth. "You're dead meat!" Maxwell roared, "Calm down first, don't go berserk!" Aubrey fell silent for a moment, her body suddenly relaxing, and she softly said, "I'm sorry, I was too impulsive. I thought you were... taking advantage of the situation. Turns out... you were trying to save me." "I never take advantage of others in distress." Maxwell breathed a sigh of relief, standing up. Seeing her still unable to get up, he frowned. "What's wrong?" She turned her head, wearing an expression of grievance and misery. "I was already badly hurt from the fall, and you pressed down so hard, now I can't even stand up. And you definitely twisted my arm just now, it hurts so much, I can't move." "It won't be broken, at worst it's just a little sprain. Let me take a look." As Maxwell bent down, a flash of cunning gleamed in Aubrey's eyes. Like a venomous snake, she suddenly twisted her arm, holding a triangular stone in her delicate hand, and fiercely aimed it at Maxwell's temple. "Damn! Will you ever stop?" Maxwell tilted his head, narrowly avoiding the fatal attack. With a swift motion, he grabbed the woman's arm again, flipped onto the horse, and once more pressed down on her lower back. Although he evaded in time, the force behind the woman's attack still made his eyes swell. She was so damn sneaky! This woman was truly a dangerous beauty! The woman had completely lost her earlier gentleness and grace, desperately squirming to free herself from Maxwell's grip. "Stay still!" Maxwell shouted, slapping her high, firm rear end with force. Snap! The crisp sound echoed in the valley. "Ouch! You b*stard!" The woman felt an unusual sensation spreading from her rear end along her back, causing her body to shiver uncontrollably. "Humph!" Maxwell sneered. "You want me to stop? Should I lose face like that?" Snap! Another slap. "Stop it!" Aubrey was on the verge of collapsing. As a prominent figure in Delington, her name alone was enough to make people tremble with fear. Yet, at this moment, she found herself being treated like a naughty child, pinned to the ground and spanked by a man. If word of this got out, she would undoubtedly become the laughingstock of the entire Delington. Maxwell was completely unaware that he was engaging in an absolutely jaw-dropping spectacle, something that would only ever occur in the wildest dreams of men in Delington. All he felt was the satisfying bounce of his hand against her buttocks. So, he paid no attention to Aubrey's cries and continued to spank with gusto. Smack! "B*stard!" Smack! "I'll kill you!" Aubrey's mental defences were on the verge of collapsing. Amidst her cries, there was a hint of sorrowful weeping. Gradually, her struggling grew weaker and weaker, until finally, it seemed she had given up resistance altogether, lying motionless on the ground. "What's the matter now? Do you realize how tough I am now? Do you want me to stop? Does it make me lose face?" Maxwell shook her, only to find she didn't react at all. "Don't play dead. I won't fall for it again." He shook her again, still no response. Maxwell cautiously flipped her over. "Oh dear... Looks like we're in a bit of a situation..."