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!”

speaking to Ethan. She glared at him coldly as she

back some other time!” Ethan

turned around and

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

Ethan, and he stopped walking back to the villa. However, he dared not turn around

fence was

more time negotiating. He shot a glance at his bodyguards,

dashed out, and they managed to jump over the fence within seconds.

you doing? You’re breaking

could not break free from the bodyguards’ grips. Their grips were like iron claws, clenching him. He was in so much pain that

walked over, crouched down, and slapped Ethan

her to acknowledge had gathered a few male

nothing more than rubbish. They even kicked and

expect he could just return to Coast City with ease and even live a good

not get over the matter even

settle accounts for the harm you’ve done to me!” She gritted her teeth and wanted to slap again.

only dirty your hand slapping a man like him.” Byron’s expression was gloomy. He would never let the person his wife hated so much

ruthless as he gave the