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!”

not want to waste time speaking to

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

around and wanted

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

the villa. However, he dared not turn around and face Byron’s

fence

Ethan, who seemed to be debating, Byron did not waste more time negotiating. He shot a glance at his bodyguards,

fence within seconds. Two of the bodyguards pinned

are you doing? You’re

from the bodyguards’ grips. Their grips were like iron claws, clenching him. He was in so much pain that

crouched down, and

the so-called ‘brother’ Gordon forced her to acknowledge had gathered a few male students and recorded a video of them bullying

was nothing more than rubbish. They

expect he could just return to Coast City

even after slapping him twice on the

you’ve done to me!” She gritted her teeth and wanted

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

vicious and ruthless as he gave