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.

opened wide with curiosity, his little hands

him, and did not

minutes, only he

little sweat off his head, and asked,

Yudel squinted at him.

This guy was buffed.

back five years ago,

pretty well, and he’s

considers him a pestilence,

exactly?” Yudel sneered, “If you want to reconcile with Ziana, better drop it. I know my sister too well. Growing up, whatever she decided,

paused before continuing

kid, and he frowned with displeasure, “The child’s five

him.”

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

it is the bond of

the kid,

only giggling

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

giving him a d*mn, fine, but even his newborn son

refused to believe

soon as he tried again, just as he walked up to the kid, he wailed again, much louder, as if he

breath.

yelled at the side, “Mr. Scott, you have to stop the young master’s crying. What if he ran out of

still, “You still here? You want

little cub, squinted his eyes and grumbled, feeling