Skeletons Of The Marital Closet

Chapter 97 Gale replied, “I didn‘t have anything romantic to do with him, and we didn‘t talk about work. It was just meeting a friend.”

“Friend?”

“Yes.” Shawn gritted his teeth. “Okay, stop being friends!” She was shocked. “Shawn you...”

He had already stepped in front of Sam, grabbed his collar, raised his fist, and slammed it down.

Heavy and harsh.

Sam‘s nose started to bleed.

Sam staggered backward before finally finding his footing, barely standing still. “How dare you hit me?” Sam wiped the blood. “Shawn, if you marry her, you should cherish her!”

“Since you know she is my woman, you should die as soon as possible!”

“But you don‘t love her! Why are you torturing her!” Shawn sneered. “This is between her and me. You don‘t get a turn to give us advice!”

you can‘t give her the best, give her back to me.” Sam‘s eyes were firm. “I can treat your trash as a

“You wish.”

and threw a punch. Sam swayed and started to counterattack with a backhand uppercut. The two quickly circled each other. “Stop fighting!” Gale shouted loudly, “Shawn! Stop it!” Shawn had practiced taekwondo, and he had a black belt. Ordinary people were

Sam had already received two punches, was

strength

will be beaten

that? Stop, don‘t fight!” However, the more panicked

stand up, and at a complete disadvantage, Gale could not care less

stood in front of Sam. Shawn’s fist was only one centimeter away from her face. Gale clearly saw the blue veins on

“I won‘t!”

don’t hit women!” Shawn‘s eyes were

her head. “You can‘t hit him

“Does it hurt?”

chest was filled with monstrous

was a

was also mixed