Chapter 197 Poor Mr. Russo

There were still so many people watching!

Lincoln didn’t care at all, but Zayla felt so embarrassed.

“A rich woman can’t walk on her own.”

Zayla was puzzled by this excuse.

Lincoln calmly carried her all the way without panting.

Before Zayla could speak again, he had put her into the ambulance.

Not far away, a pair of sharp eyes were fixed on this scene. The man’s short hair vaguely blocked the ruthlessness in his eyes, and he clenched his fists tightly.

“Mr. Russo, should I send the slippers back to Mrs. Russo?”

Simon looked down at the limited-edition sports shoes in Eden’s hands.

He sneered, took one, and threw it into the Brazos River!

Why should he give them to Zayla?

She had gotten into the car with another man!

Simon cursed angrily and walked towards the luxury car not far away.

opened

late. With such a thrilling event

I say I was going back?” Simon said coldly.

wondered, Mr. Russo, why

luxury car drove in the direction of the

night was

a luxurious villa on the outskirts of Houston, there

smashed

“Trash! You’re all useless!

even catch an old man!

really troublesome! If I had known, I should have gotten rid

spat and

was only one step away

it’s not your fault. Who knew that Zayla would disguise herself so well? In the past,

would have thought that she was so hard to deal with? She

her and drive her out of the

comforted Palmer as she stretched out her arms

want as long as you don’t get angry. Don’t

her up, and threw her on the

He snapped.

as the off-road vehicle leaves

the bridge not

only person who knows

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