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.

told, he had no intentions of fighting them.He was vastly outnumbered after

chance.He had

warm smile on his face, which made him look like

his face was cold

still gentlemanly–looking, he was

paid you to hurt

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

it was because of the air Garrett exuded, or perhaps it was because he had stepped out of a luxury sports

are you? You‘d better mind your own

to hurt her will not only be my enemy, but the enemy of

the bridge of his nose, walked past the wall of strong men, and strode up to

on the back and said, "I’ll handle things from here.Wait for me in

glued to

arm, trying to get her to listen to him.It seemed that these hit men had indeed heard of the name of the Harding

to mention, Garrett‘s domineering attitude made them think

their hesitation as an opportunity to

Jarrod was smart.

Garrett closed the door behind him, Jarrod slammed his foot on the gas and sped out of the