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!"

lazy voice drifted over. "They kill, rob, smuggle, and deal drugs without batting an eye. Letting you go is impossible. No matter how much you beg, they'll still have their way with you before dragging you into the desert and

despair grew so deep she could barely breathe. In

elegance and steady steps. His gaze, sharp as an arrow, pierced the space

dark eyes were as deep as the night sky, and they glowed with an unyielding light. "So instead of begging them, you'd be better

vast power that would

opened her eyes, finally getting a clear look at

he had oriental features. His sharp,

red flower petals curled slightly upward in a confident smile mysterious air

at

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 battles, and he stood

was outnumbered, the men didn't dare to underestimate him. They knew just

daze, as if he was her last