Charming Mommy of adorable triplets

Chapter 791

The wine bottle shattered with a loud bang. The burly man fell to the floor and covered the bleeding wound on his head.

The other people were startled by her bold action, and none of them dared to approach her.

Peter cursed out loud and shouted, “What the hell are you losers doing? She’s just a woman. Go get her!”

Maisie made her move first. Although she could take two or three of them down, there were eight of them left.

She was wearing a pair of stilettos. Soon, she started to feel exhausted, and the floor was littered with broken bottles.

A man saw his chance and pounced at her, pinning her on the couch. Maisie bent her knee and delivered a fierce kick, and the man felli down in a curled-up position, covering his crotch in pain.

Another two strong men grabbed her and pinned her back on the couch. Peter barked out his order, “Remove her mask!”.

Katrina watched as they moved on to remove Maisie’s mask. Her fingers had stabbed into her arms that were crossed around her chest

men touched Maisie’s mask, a few people flew through the door and fell to the

were stunned. The bodyguards that filed into the room were professional fighters. No sooner had

in terror. She cowered under

was dumbfounded, but he soon came around to his senses, His face contorted with rage as he shouted, “Who the hell are you? Do you know who I

black made a path, and the middle-aged

red

and her

Boucher? What is he doing

couch and adjusted her mask to prevent it

Boucher? Isn’t he

hands clasped behind him. There was a smile on his face as

ask, “What do you mean by this, Mr. Boucher? I don’t think my affair with the Chases has anything to do with you, right?” “Yes, you’re right. It has nothing to do with me,” Yael said as he lowered his head. He walked closer to Peter and patted his

what Yael had said. He did not expect that the Bouchers would stand up for the

Chases since Michael was retiring from

not give him what he wanted, Yael would not let him go so

his teeth and offered Yael a smile. “You’re right, Mr. Boucher. My anger has gotten the best of me. This is my fault, and I hope you