The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee

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 made strange gurgling noises

glanced at him, and did not hold

than ten minutes, only he

sweat off his head, and asked,

Yudel squinted at him.

This guy was buffed.

back five years ago,

pretty

considers him a

Ziana, better drop it. I know my sister too well. Growing up, whatever she decided,

continuing towards

“The child’s five months old before his father came to see him. The people

him.”

you heard that blood is thicker than water?” Boris glanced at him, “My

is the

opened his hand towards the kid, trying to get the kid to hug

only giggling just now, suddenly turned

hugged the kid in his arms, and once again ordered the eviction, “Mr. Lewis, didn’t

him a d*mn, fine, but

refused to believe

again, just as he walked up to the kid, he wailed again, much louder, as if he was going out

breath.

side, “Mr. Scott, you have to stop the young master’s

still, “You still

squinted his eyes and grumbled, feeling