My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball

My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball Chapter 2051-Rosalie and Byron walked to the 16th building as written on the address.

It was a villa with three-and-a-half stories that was located in the suburbs and cost less than ten million.

Outside the villa was a yard surrounded by an iron fence. Lights were brightly lit on the second floor, and Violet was obviously still awake.

Rosalie put on a gloomy expression and rang the doorbell.

Before long, someone shouted from inside, “Who’s at the door in the middle of the night?”

Rosalie’s pupils constricted, alarmed. It was a male’s voice, and she was familiar with it. That man must be Ethan.

Ethan smelled like alcohol as he approached the gate. When he saw Rosalie’s face through the bars, he was startled.

Then, he saw Byron, who had a cold expression on his face.

The husband and wife could see Ethan’s expression changing under the dim streetlight.

“Rosalie? Why are you here at this hour?” Ethan’s voice sounded less aggressive than just now. He seemed more sober.

“Open the gate. I came to look for Violet!”

to Ethan. She glared at him coldly as she

mom’s not at home. Come back some other time!” Ethan looked away guiltily

he turned around and wanted to

from beside Rosalie. “If you don’t open the gate, I don’t

Ethan, and he stopped walking back to the villa. However,

fence was

seemed to be debating, Byron did not waste more time negotiating. He shot a glance at his bodyguards, and they immediately understood

to jump over the fence within seconds. Two of the bodyguards pinned

what are you doing? You’re breaking the law.

grips. Their grips were like iron claws, clenching him. He was in so much pain that tears rolled in his

walked over, crouched down,

her to acknowledge had gathered a few male students and recorded a video

nothing more than

could just return to Coast City with ease and

over the matter even after slapping him twice on

for the harm you’ve done to me!” She gritted her

You’ll only dirty your hand slapping a man like him.” Byron’s expression

and ruthless as he gave the order while glaring