Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Rosalie collapsed on the ground, trembling all over. Beads of hot sweat slid down her forehead, and her face was as white as a sheet. "I have money! Name your price, as long as you let me go! You can take as much as you want!"

At this moment, survival was her only concern-nothing else mattered.

One of the men crouched down and pinched her face with a malicious grin. "Pretty lady, how much money do you have to buy us off?"

"I can give you however much you want!" Rosalie's eyes widened in fear as she trembled. "I have a lot of money-diamonds, gold bars, cash! Whatever you want, I can give it to you!"

"How generous this beautiful woman is." The man's grubby hand squeezed her face, then roughly tore open her blouse, revealing the lingerie beneath.

The men burst into laughter. "Nice body. Real spicy."

"Ah!" Rosalie screamed. Her hands were pinned to the ground, and she was unable to move. All she could do was beg in terror, "Please let me go! I'll give you the money. You can have as many women as you want!"

deal drugs without batting an eye. Letting you go is impossible. No matter how much you beg,

so deep she could barely breathe. In agony, she shut

gaze, sharp as an arrow, pierced the space

as the night sky, and they glowed with an unyielding light.

with a vast power that would

finally getting a clear look

His sharp, chiseled features made him look

nose highlighted his strikingly handsome profile, and his lips, crimson like red flower petals curled slightly upward

at Vincent,

shoulders exuded power, and his aura felt like a thousand charging soldiers, radiating an unparalleled dignity and awe-inspiring presence! It was like he had gone through many

didn't dare to underestimate him. They knew just how strong

if he was her last sliver