Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters

Chapter 347 I was different from that man

Standing beside John, she looked at him with her beautiful eyes full of pity.

She had known everything from the teacher and arrived at Houston at once.

Seeing the expression on John’s face, she felt heartbroken.

John had always been a positive man, but a little giddy, which was not annoying, but had a unique charm.

He was not bad at all.

He always wore a cheeky smile in front of his sisters and often flirted with them.

But at this moment, his silence was totally different from usual.

John must be very sad.

Bertha’s heart also hurt.

She didn’t try to persuade him, but silently accompanied him.

If he hadn’t stood up or eaten anything, she wouldn’t leave nor eat.

However, the rain was getting heavier.

The wind was blowing more violently.

Bertha couldn’t hold the umbrella and threw it aside. She didn’t use the forceful shield to protect herself, allowing the violent wind and rain to hit her. Her clothes had already been wet, and were tightly attached to her body.

Her perfect figure was outlined in the rain.

Ignoring the rain on the ground, she squatted down, with her arms around her knees and her head leaning on the arm of John.

The rain hit her beautiful face, splashed into her eyes, and then slowly slid down.

She didn’t know how long had passed.

body was suddenly

she opened her eyes, the

was the smile

the sky was blue and the

slightly, she scolded, “Little bastard, if you dare to make

warm light, her two little white

such a fool. I’m fine and just want to spend more time

how could

John hard and stared at him,

look. Your future daughter-in-law is so unruly, but

reply. “Who is your future wife? Shame on

anything, but buried

was shy, she had

arrived at the gate

the meal. Seeing that John finally came round, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then

I’m sorry to make

you are

her

a while, John asked, “Auntie, can

Alexandra was stunned.

knew who he

Her mood was complicated.

whether the man used his real name or a fake name, and her family had searched him for a long time, but they still couldn’t find him.

should he do? Would they

her than let John get involved. It was a grudge

hesitation, John

as you think. You

while and then sighed. She said, “His name

Americo Kurds!

deeply engraved in

chance, he would like to ask Americo in person why he did such a cruel

why didn’t

Grandpa that I’m different from that man. When I find the answer one day, I’ll

saying that, John left with Bertha in