Chapter 120 The Mr. Lewis That No One Likes

“Donald, lose him!”

He sat on the edge of the sofa, crossed his legs, his fingers pushed up his glasses a little The charming eyes behind the lenses had little smiles and a lot more coldness.

Yudel looked elegant and courteous, yet tough and ruthless.

Donald replied, “Yes sir!”

And the bodyguards immediately rushed in at his call, surrounding, Boris.

Boris glanced around halt smiling, loosened his tie, and looked down to roll up his sleeves.

And soon, he revealed his sturdy wheat-colored arms, muscular and full of strength.

He stretched out his hand for a challenging gesture, “Let’s not waste time. I’ll take you all on.”

Yudel snorted and snapped his fingers, “Get him!”

Six bodyguards instantly charged forward, and a group fight ensued.

Boris was educated an elite since childhood, and martial arts was a required course.

He was very good at it, proficient in taking on multiple opponents and landing critical strikes. Therefore his punches were swift, hard, and true, And those that got knocked down did not get back up.

The serv*nts in the villa had obviously undergone strict training.

None of them faltered under these odds.

wide with curiosity, his little hands clapped excitedly, and he

glanced at him, and did not

minutes, only he was

sweat off his head,

Yudel squinted at him.

This guy was buffed.

five years ago, he

recovered pretty well,

him a pestilence,

sneered, “If you want to reconcile with Ziana, better drop it. I know my sister too well.

paused before continuing

frowned with displeasure, “The child’s five months old before

him.”

that blood is thicker than water?” Boris glanced at him,

is the

spoke, he opened his hand towards the

kid, who was only giggling just now, suddenly turned into

coldly marched forth and pushed him away, hugged the kid in his arms, and once again ordered the eviction, “Mr. Lewis, didn’t you realize

The wife not giving him a

to believe

up to the

breath.

yelled at the side, “Mr. Scott, you have to stop the young master’s crying. What

kicked Boris who froze still, “You

at the little cub, squinted

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