My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Just now, Garrett happened to be headed in the same direction as Laney.

Seeing her up ahead, he asked the driver to follow her taxi.

After a while, he found that there was something off about the taxi.

Why did the driver take her to such a remote alley? Uneasy, he asked the driver to follow them into the alley to see what was going on.

When they turned the corner, he found that Laney was surrounded by a group of men.

The driver saw this too and warned Garrett, "Mr.Harding, I think she might‘ve offended some big shot.Those men don‘t look like ordinary thugs."

Seeing the swarm of menacing–looking men, Garrett was also on high alert.But he didn‘t show it.He just unfastened the cuffs of his shirt and started stretching.

"How long has it been since you last fought, Jarrod?" The driver chuckled.

"Well, let‘s just say I‘ve always kept myself in shape."

Garrett‘s driver, Jarrod, used to be a famous fighter when he was young.

Garrett looked at the strong men in the alley.

intentions of fighting them.He was vastly outnumbered after all.It was just him and Jarrod in

the fight, they still didn‘t stand a chance.He had to

usually had a warm smile on his face, which made him look

now, his face was cold

he was more intimidating than

to

towards the group of men, his piercing gaze boring a hole into the man

had stepped out of a luxury sports car—whatever the reason, the tattooed man in the

better mind your own

dares to hurt her will not only

glasses up the bridge of his nose, walked past the

and said, "I’ll handle

glued to her

seemed that these hit men had indeed heard of the name of

Garrett‘s domineering attitude made them think twice

to escape and

Jarrod was smart.

his foot on the gas and sped out of the