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.

his groin. Blood trickled down from his forehead, spreading

Bella was still not satisfied. She glanced at the project team guy, who had been kicked away, and walked

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

Bella raised her foot and was

person didn’t even have the courage to keep watching. All he could

anticipated pain never came.

only to be met with Bella’s playful smirk. It was then that he realized he had. been made a

a sense of relief, like a survivor after a disaster. There was also fear, a lingering

have known that Bella had such a trick up her

would have thought that this so-called Casanova, Brian, who boasted of having countless encounters with women, would

with him. She just smiled, acting

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also forced out a chuckle, squeezing out a smile that looked

“Ms… Ms. Wickam.”

leaf now. Where did you get the nerve to work with

“I… I…”

for quite a while, unable to articulate a coherent explanation, probably finding it difficult to

everything was clear to

countless women, guaranteed to provide some sort of financial power in exchange. Then, he