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.

reporter doing a live interview with

and got

wasn't

him and went straight

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

enter. What is he doing?

Does it mean that she is the

sharp questions were

said coldly, "No

bodyguards came over

a village in the

a bowl of steaming egg noodles at a dingy noodle restaurant, while watching

A source said the villa belongs to Leonardo, the successor

live report from a reporter in front of

beautiful villa had been burned

showed up

wearing his suit and leather shoes, he

Tim must have looked for her in the burning building, which

the series of sharp questions, Tim said indifferently,

his assistant and helper. He was

noodle restaurant

sat to her side and said, "Rich families always have many nasty things. I heard the young woman is only in her early twenties. My daughter is at her age. She's

stretched out to tug her cap down. She picked up the chopsticks and began to eat

she committed suicide to escape

didn't do anything so evil to deserve death. Is it because of Mr. Charlie? I heard

the case. What if locking her up for a few years won't dissipate the anger of the Emersons? They have huge

that far.

politely and

she finished eating, she took out a

Leonardo treasured it so much and locked it in

something so much. When she went upstairs to pour gasoline,

was his birthday. She tried once and opened

for the noodles with a light smile. "Here you