Honey We Are Not Getting Remarried: Get Away From Me!

Chapter 2000 Blacklist

With this in mind, Brian shook his head and said, “That’s more like it. Those who have tact are wise… Ah

Before Brian could finish his words, his bloodcurdling screams filled the room.

That was the kind of scream that came from the depths of the heart, almost piercing through one’s

eardrums.

Upon hearing this, the man lying on the ground swallowed nervously, trying his best to make himself less noticeable, fearing he might be the next one.

Mike, standing to one side with his arms crossed before his chest, showed a momentary crack in his expression.

His facial features contorted instantly, all because of Bella’s swift, accurate, and ruthless kick. It landed directly on Brian’s groin. Just by watching it, Mike could feel a sympathetic twinge, his hands instinctively covering his own crotch.

While doing so, he couldn’t help but marvel. Bella is truly ruthless…

But it’s only to be expected. In the business world, who isn’t ruthless and decisive?

Those who are kind-hearted are not suited to cause harm to others.

Brian rolled on the ground while clutching his groin. Blood trickled down from his forehead, spreading across his face, making him look extremely

at the project team guy,

seeing the high-heeled shoes getting closer and closer, quickly covered his crotch and begged for mercy, “I’m sorry, Ms. Wickam. I was momentarily misguided and made a mistake. Please give me another chance. At the very least,

man spoke pitifully. However, Bella raised her foot and was about to

watching. All he

anticipated pain

smirk. It was then that he realized he had. been made

of emotions swept over him all at once. There was a sense of relief, like a survivor after a disaster. There was also fear, a lingering dread of the

have known that Bella had such

that this so-called Casanova, Brian, who boasted of having countless encounters with women, would turn out to be so

to deal with him. She just smiled, acting as if nothing had happened.

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man also forced out a chuckle, squeezing out a smile that looked worse than crying.

“Ms… Ms. Wickam.”

did you get the nerve

“I… I…”

to articulate a coherent explanation, probably finding

clear

been with countless women, guaranteed to provide some sort of financial