Contract Marriage: The Replacement Groom

389 The race

She’s a beautiful woman, born from a decent, respected, and morally upright family. What more do you need in a woman?/She’s intelligent, and most of all, you two grew up together.” (1

Brian grabbed the keys and started to walk towards the door. However, by the time he got to the entrance, a few men in black blocked his way.

“Listen to your mother, young mas-

“Bang!”

“Arghh!”

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Brian watched the guard with condescending eyes as he rolled on the floor from how ruthlessly he had tossed him over his shoulder just now.

Two guards blocked the entrance with their hands outstretched.

“F*ck!… I don’t want to fight today. Get out of my way.” Brian tried to rein in his anger. He had been fighting for his freedom ever since he returned home.

“What’s so good about that worthless woman…what’s her name again?… Piper? Will you only listen to me if I kill her?”

an Insane person with

I won’t kill her… I won’t even touch a hair on her head, but only If

A deep

her husband and picked up the glass of wine she was Just offered by a servant.

that his father was here, Brian took the opportunity to leave the

she and her husband could be

you think you are

do you think?” she snorted and was about to walk into the

hurt my son or his girlfriend in any way, I will make sure you suffer

chuckled and patted his face. “What can you do? You couldn’t do anything 27 years ago. What makes you think you can do anything

tempt me, Nancy!” he uttered,

much. Stop spoiling your Son, and let me do my job as

tone. “I might have allowed my life to be ruined by the circumstances you and your family created years back, but don’t ever think I will allow you to ruin my son’s happiness!… Brian is no longer a child, and he can make his own

slender and beautiful fingers and started drawing circles on his chest, then articulated, “On two conditions darling… get me the rainborite Ore, or spend the night with me… it’s been 27 years since you last touched me… do it this time. Make

her from going further with her fingers that were messing with his pajama’s button. His face looked disgusted

“Brian is my son, and as his mother, I know what is best for him, and that’s what I’ll do!” She entered

tightened

The young man was enraged, and the only way to calm his head was to feel the wind, sing in the studio, or

kilometers away from his estate, another motorbike joined him. Brian first thought the person was another guard sent by his mother, so he

dangerous race!” the other person asked. Her helmet was opened

down since he left the house, suddenly grew excited. He loves dangerous