Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

The man’s eyes were hollow and he wore a stubble of untrimmed beard. There were also a few scars on the corner of his forehead.

Without a closer look, one could definitely fail to tell he was the Mr. Chassell Barret who used to be ambitious and dashing.

Barret fixed his cruel and dark eyes on Channing, “You’ve made a lot of efforts to send to the prison. But I am here standing in front you. Disappointed, aren’t you?”

With his hands in the pocket of the black jacket, Barret continued his provocative words, “If I am still in the prison, I would miss such a dramatic scene. You must have had sex with her, right? You’ve begun living together anyway. A hot girl, isn’t she? You are indeed a lucky boy …”

Before he finished, he was taken by the collar violently.

Channing gazed at him coldly, “Shut up!”

Barret wasn’t irritated by his words. His face became even calmer. He closed his eyes and immersed himself in memories, “Am I wrong? She’s sexy. She’ll get really juicy when having sex with me. She can be fucked for a long time… But she’s got really tender skin so she usually got covered all over by her own...”

Before he finished, he was punched heavily on face and then fell into the bush beside. He mourned faintly.

Hearing the sound of the punch, the students around was scared but they just couldn’t help stopping to watch at them.

Channing walked over expressionlessly. He squatted down on one knee and took him by the collar before he said word by word, “Shut up. Didn’t you hear me?”

With his elbows support him on the ground, Barret was still smiling derisively even somewhat crazily, “You’ve heard how she mourns during sex, haven’t you? It’s not as sexy as …”

And then there was another heavy punch.

In the past when Barret was beaten by Channing, he would look resentful. But this time it looked as if he came here to provoke Channing. And he didn’t even try to fight back. The punch of Channing only made his smile more derisive and provocative.

Barret spitted blood. Now even though he could not utter a full sentence, he did not stop but continue to provoke him, “Calm down, boy. That’s not the climax of the story yet. What I am gonna show you will make you want to kill me.”

Meanwhile, despite the fierce agony, he fumbled in his pocket and took out a stack of photos. He threw those photos before Channing.

The fist of Channing stopped in the air. His pupils contracted and his expression becoming cruel suddenly before he possessed by rage and said, “Fucking bastard!”

Barret smiled, “I have a lot of photos of that kind. The photos will be posted online automatically half an hour later. By then the photos would go viral online and Winnie would definitely be ruined. And you couldn’t escape either...”

at Barret as though he was looking at a

lying on the

on the ground, someone

the college finally came and pulled Channing

the alarmed and bewildered coward, someone called the police. The sound of warning

the back of

freezing wind

hastily in a

did not wear a mask nor a cap. She could

stunned before she replied, “It is said someone

more nervous, “Who? Who did

me it was Channing Radomil. And the one dead was not a student in

felt dazzled and she felt she was about to

her by hand,

turned away to get a cap. She must head

was cuffed, his face cold and he looked quite calm. On

him curiously. But before they asked anything, Channing said suddenly, “Can I

so he nodded, “Yes, you can. But you need to make it in our presence. And the phone

his phone

now. I might be sentenced to imprisonment. Before I am taken to the police office, I need half an hour and

halted for a few seconds and also replied concisely, “Give me the name

and asked the police nearby, “Please tell me which police office

man was stunned by the polite attitude he employed,

answer he wanted, he thanked the

quite confused. One or two minutes later they received a

car stopped at an

a lot of teenagers went out from it in

police shook his head. He did