A Whirlwind Marriage with the Beautiful CEO

“This is Heaven’s retribution against you!”

Every word that Alton spoke struck at Terence’s vulnerability. His main objective was to force Terence to leave.

However, Terence did not give in. Instead, he stood outside the door with a somber expression, refusing to budge.

Suddenly, Alfred’s ears perked up before he vanished into the darkness of the night.

In the next moment, he appeared in front of the young girl, who had been hiding behind the stone, secretly eavesdropping on the conversation.

“Ah!”

Marilyn shrieked in surprise as she fell on her backside due to his sudden appearance.

“Didn’t Old Mr. Quillen tell you to wait in the car? What are you doing here?”

Alfred narrowed his eyes as he scrutinized her, emitting a menacing aura.

“I-I…” Marilyn was terrified, shuffling backward on her buttocks. Her mind was racing as she knew that Alfred was truly capable of harming her!

“Alfred, let her go,” Terence spoke just in time, forcing Alfred to stop.

Meanwhile, Marilyn felt as if she had narrowly escaped a disaster as she quickly scurried away.

Her heart was pounding with a mix of fear and excitement!

she had no clue

better, even if it meant putting her life

since I’ve returned, at least invite me in for tea!” Terence

he sighed and opened the iron

large dogs in the

saw Terence and Alfred. It was

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as they entered the building, saying wearily, “Terence, why have you returned? Don’t you know

depression and ultimately died in a car accident. After a police investigation, the accident was classified as a

to his hometown for burial, which was the

even that had attracted mysterious forces and a horde of assassins. They were all

always done his best to

he stepped foot in his

he came to realize that someone was eyeing the Heart

Alton remained indifferent no matter how much noise these people made. He knew that

had never expected that Terence would have the audacity to come back to Anchortown after so

away earlier. However, all his efforts were in vain. So, he could only grit his teeth and let the man in,

old. Eventually, that responsibility will have to be passed on to the

“Who?” Alton asked.

and my

high hopes

was also curious about what kind of man his grandson-in-law was,