Fit For Your Love

It was a familiar voice, but it was different from gentle but with anger.

Olivia looked over, and Brayden strode over, his clear face covered in anger.

Olivia was a little nervous, "Frank, put me down!"

She had never seen Brayden angry.

This was the first time.

She didn't expect Frank to hug her tighter after she said that.

Olivia frowned, "Frank!"

Frank said nothing, but he looked at Brayden with a dark face.

This man had always been by Olivia's side, acting like an irreplaceable person.

Frank had beared him for a long time.

As soon as Olivia finished speaking, Brayden came to her.

"Senior..."

As soon as she said one word, her hand was pulled by others without acting and her eyes were turned upside down.

When she realized it, she was already standing firmly on the ground, with Brayden blocking her.

Frank didn't expect Brayden to do this directly, so he was stunned for two seconds.

During the time, Olivia was pulled away by Brayden.

But he reacted quickly and reached to grab Olivia, but Brayden punched him in the face.

Olivia was confused.

Frank also froze.

Brayden pulled Olivia over and left.

named Frank

pulled by Brayden, and her hand

but her brain was in a mess.She didn't know

pulled into the car

car door closed, a fist landed

Olivia covered her mouth.

"Senior!"

on the door, but he reacted

moment Frank grabbed his collar, he punched Frank on

in and punched

men began to

out of the

"Stop fighting!"

eyes blazing with fire, and neither wanted

hands,

them were deadlocked

shooting at each other

Olivia nodded.

you want to continue to fight,

walked out, stopped a taxi

left, the two

will never let you go! Then he got in the car and chased after

the corner of his mouth, and a bloody red mark printed on his fingertips,

don't let me go,

Soon, Frank left.

left, a man in a

long after, he came toa VIP

people sitting in the

and black pants, like a natural

a white shirt and white trousers with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes slightly raised, and

white, like day

this dark one was Everett,

to Everett and whispered, "Mr.Weston, I saw Mr.James fighting outside with someone the garden just now.’ Everett's hand, which was holding the glass,

""Brayden?"