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.

in the nurse’s arms did not show fear at all. Instead, his eyes opened wide with curiosity, his little hands clapped excitedly, and

and did not hold

minutes, only he

little sweat off

Yudel squinted at him.

This guy was buffed.

years ago, he

five years, he recovered pretty well, and he’s got

considers him a pestilence,

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

continuing towards

let alone the kid, and he frowned with displeasure, “The child’s five months old before his father came to see him. The people he recognizes does

him.”

than water?” Boris glanced at him, “My son and

it is the bond

hand towards the kid, trying

was only giggling

arms, and once again ordered the eviction, “Mr.

this. The wife not giving him a d*mn, fine, but

refused to

as soon as he tried again, just as he walked up to the

breath.

to stop the

“You

at the little cub, squinted his eyes and grumbled, feeling