Predestined Marriage

Tim gasped for air painfully, but he didn't fight back. Instead, he allowed Leonardo to hit him.

Carl rushed over, grabbed Leonardo's arm and said, "Calm down!"

Having lost his mind at this time, Leonardo didn't stop. He turned to beat Carl as well.

Although Carl was good at fighting as his family used to deal with gangsters, he wasn't Leonardo's rival.

In the end, both were too exhausted to move, with bruises all over their bodies. They lay down in ashes.

Tim did not stop them. He and his men turned to search the villa.

As expected, Summer was nowhere to be found.

The fire destroyed the villa.

He walked to Leonardo and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't find her."

Tim thought he would be beaten again.

But Leonardo didn't hit him as expected.

Hearing his words, Leonard didn't move at all. He just stared at the charred ceiling blankly, as if he didn’t hear the words at all.

Tim turned to look at Carl who was wiping his lips.

He propped himself up and spat out blood onto the pile of ashes beside him. "Leave him alone. He's crazy. Damn it, I can't even get up. Help me."

Tim walked over to support Carl.

Carl stood up, trembling.

Leonardo used all his strength. If Carl hadn't been trained, he wouldn't have stood a chance and would have been sent to the emergency room.

Carl gasped in pain because of his injury. He whispered to Tim, "Give him some time. Don't worry about him."

Tim nodded with great concerned.

out with the help Tim and saw a reporter doing a live interview with

took a detour and got into the car from the

Tim wasn't so

saw him and went straight

me, are you Mr. Emerson's subordinate? Is Mrs. Emerson

enter. What is he doing? When

suicide. Does it mean that she is the one who pushed Mr.

were all

said coldly, "No

the bodyguards came over and

in the northern part of Hoover

a bowl of steaming egg noodles at

the mountain caught fire. A source said the villa belongs to

was a live report from a reporter in front of

once beautiful villa had been

up on

his suit and leather shoes, he

the burning building,

the series of sharp questions,

subordinates were all capable. Tim was not just his assistant and helper. He was much

the noodle restaurant was a middle-aged

many nasty things. I heard the young woman is only in her early twenties. My daughter is at her age. She's gone

her cap down. She picked up the chopsticks

committed suicide to escape

death. Is it because of Mr. Charlie? I heard he is still alive. She would only be put behind

case. What if locking her up for a few years won't dissipate the anger of

far. She's Mr. Emerson's

politely and stopped

she took out a box from

it. Leonardo treasured

liked something so much. When she went upstairs to pour

was easy to guess, as it was his birthday. She tried once

noodles with a light smile. "Here you