Sweet Revenge

Chapter 530 I Quit!

Noticing that the iron gate, which was tightly closed, had opened, Bridger thought, does this mean… I am allowed to get in now?

But then, Bridger hesitated. Paisley decided to let him in after he cursed that crazily. Could it be a trap? Was Paisley trying to do something to him within the house?

At the thought of this, Bridger felt slightly scared. But he didn’t show it. Instead, he sneered at the surveillance camera, “What? You’re expecting me to just get in there now? No way! I won’t get in now! Why should I do as you wish? You know what? Paisley. I’ve had enough of it! I respect you and love you because you are Ms. Drew. But that doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want to me. You do know that I come from the Palmer family, right? You have gone too far recently! I quit now!”

With that, he turned around and left.

Noticing that Bridger was walking toward his car, Anderson lowered his head slightly. “Ms. Drew, should I go catch him?”

Paisley curled the corners of her lips a bit. Anderson took the hint and went out right off.

In its wake, a motorcycle rumbled as it started up and then flew out like an arrow.

Meanwhile, Bridger had made up his mind to leave now.

That was because Bridger assumed that Paisley must be up to something by letting him in after him cursing for so long. Also, Paisley made things difficult for him every time, which Bridger.

couldn’t stand any longer.

Bridger thought, didn’t she ask me to go in? Well, I won’t! The fact is, I’m leaving now. I wonder how she is gonna proceed with whatever she has in mind now.

And after me being gone for a long time, she will for sure take the initiative to look for me. That

I’ll no longer have to humble myself.

way,

clothes and walked toward his car, which was parked somewhere slightly distant. However, after just a few steps, he heard a whoosh

around, only to see a fast figure speeding toward

feeling in his gut that something was wrong, despite not knowing who that was. Then he started to

car, with his hand

around his waist.

down, only to see a rope tied to his waist. And then the next thing he knew,

it and

around, wanting to untie the rope. But

go of me! Who are you? Bastard! Let

his might, which was just

tied to the rope, which was linked to the motorcycle, he had no choice but to move along with

along the rough ground harshly, Bridger, in pain, soon lost the strength

remained silent and tried to maintain the speed of the motorcycle so as not to actually hurt Bridger. That being said, by the time they arrived at the

on the steps, looking at him. With his high-fashion suit worn and tattered, Bridger lay on the ground

famous Mr. Palmer? What? Why aren’t you cursing now?” With the corners of her lips curving, Paisley was in a

one could emerge from scolding me unscathed. After

to say a word. He, aching all over, thought, I am afraid that I have scraped all my skin

been doted upon ever since I was a kid, although I am not my father’s favorite and fail to get the inheritance

taking away everything that is supposed to be

on the

Her sarcastic manner suggests that she

accepted my

found that his limbs were not broken. That being said, there were scrapes and bruises all over, which