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

when those men touched Maisie’s mask, a few people flew through the door and

men were stunned. The bodyguards that filed into the room were professional fighters. No sooner had they entered the private room than they had beaten

under the table and covered

face contorted with rage as he shouted, “Who the hell are you?

a path, and the middle-aged man who walked out from behind the bodyguards was no other

turned red as

her face turned ashen

Boucher? What is

the couch and adjusted her mask to prevent it from falling. She,

Boucher? Isn’t he

front of Peter with his hands clasped behind him. There was a smile on his face as he said, “Of course, I’ve heard your great name,

with you, right?” “Yes, you’re right. It has

color faded from Peter’s face when he heard what Yael had said. He did not expect that the Bouchers would stand up

Chases since Michael was retiring from his position soon. However, the Bouchers were

person behind him. If he did not give him what he wanted, Yael would not let him go so

right, Mr. Boucher. My anger has gotten the