The Abandoned Husband Dominates

In the abandoned factory in the suburbs of New York City.

Tim recounted and then said, “I don’t know what Arnold meant by ‘hitting the board to score’. I simply just wanted to irk you.”

Smack!

Jordan slapped him again, feeling really disgusted by Tim, who had put Jordan through a torturous time in those ten minutes.

“I didn’t expect this matter to be a plan devised by you and Arnold. Hmph, you guys are really brazen to fool me like this!”

Jordan was enraged. He wouldn’t just let it go!

“Take out your phone,” Jordan said to Tim.

“Sir, what do you want my cell phone for?” Tim did not take it out immediately.

Pablo kicked him and snapped, “Bring it here as you are told! Don’t say nonsense!”

Tim was not a malicious crook, but he had a foul mouth and was too talkative.

However, when it comes to bad guys like Pablo, one would have to be beaten up once for even word of nonsense.

Tim did not dare spout any more nonsense and hurriedly took out his cell phone, which he respectfully handed to Jordan.

“Password.” Jordan said coldly.

Tim learned his lesson this time, “The password is 455667. What do you want to do with it?”

Jordan laughed and retorted, “Don’t you like playing me out? I’ll let you have a taste of your own medicine.”

Jordan said to Pablo, “Get a man to come over and take an intimate photo with Tim, then post it on Instagram.”

nervously and said, “You can kill me, but you can’t insult me, don’t get up

resist

took an intimate photo together smoothly. Afterward, it was posted onto

out! I

didn’t block anyone on Instagram, and he had many followers, so there

knew that his friends would definitely make a big deal

be able to get a

that wasn’t the

Soon, Tim’s father called.

button

“Dad.”

the hell is that thing

my colleagues have your

explain to his father, but he looked up at

said, “Dad! I’m not playing,

Dad, I’m

as he

Tim’s father suddenly seemed to be out of breath. “You… you… you unfilial son! You’re no longer my

mother called immediately after his father hung

“Son.”

what exactly is going on? Didn’t you have a girlfriend

about before, were

the smoother his speech was. He had nothing to lose anyway, and he could just explain it

not ruthless enough as it did

“We’ll talk about this when you’re back. Go

that, she

“Hahahahah…”

and his underlings couldn’t help but burst into

to Tim, “Kid, you have to thank Mr. Jordan. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t even know your true

teased, “You’re