My Substitute CEO Bride

Chapter 1194

Melody appeared in front of Cindel in a flash.

She lifted her hand and slapped Cindel to the ground.

“You bitch, you’re looking for death…”

Hamish waved his bat and rushed toward Melody.

“Hamish, stop!” Cindel shouted loudly. “She’s a martial artist. You

can’t beat her!”

Hamish gritted his teeth. His eyes were scarlet. “So what if she’s a

martial artist? There are martial artists in the Borleys too!”

At this time, Whitebeard came flying over.

He covered a distance of a few hundred meters in an instant.

Austin just saw Whitebeard fighting Ivan. Now that Whitebeard was here, Ivan had likely lost the fight and was in danger.

He panicked and ran toward Ivan.

Whitebeard stared at Melody and said, “You dare to take action ev in the early stage of the Profound Reality Realm. Do you really think that no one can teach you a lesson?

After saying that, he slapped Melody

Melody was about to fight back but found that the true energy in her

body was suppressed.

Melody

the Mystique

are in the Mystique Loyalty Realm!”

the young man in front of him

in the Mystique Loyalty Realm when

young?

expressions of everyone in the Borleys changed

artist that the Borleys worshiped was actually defeated by a

looked at the Borleys, and said calmly, “They didn’t kill

war?”

the Borleys were not unreasonable, but their ancestor’s grave was dug up. They could not just let that go. At least, Nash did not hear harsh, arrogant, and domineering

hatred? If I asked someone to dig up your ancestors’ graves and throw their bones everywhere, would you be able

said, “It’s not like we can’t discuss a

for this?”

the Snows’ fault. The grave digging was problem, dumping their ancestral remains

if taken to trial.

sone

things could be resolved eventually.

on fighting to the death, it would

more grievances.

grip on the baseball bat. His face turned slightly white. He gritted his teeth and said, “Don’t think that just because you’re a martial arts expert, you can show

daughter-in-law

the Freemans

Her knuckles

clenched her fists.

feeling regretful for not helping her relatives. Now, she suddenly wanted to give them a few

me. The Freemans’ days are numbered. We’re dealing with this matter now. I’m asking if we