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.

cub in the nurse’s arms did not show fear at all. Instead, his eyes opened wide with curiosity, his little hands clapped excitedly, and he made strange gurgling noises from time to time, as if cheering

him, and did not hold

less than ten minutes,

sweat off

Yudel squinted at him.

This guy was buffed.

dragged him back five years ago, he was

years, he recovered pretty well, and

him a pestilence,

better drop it. I know my sister too well. Growing up, whatever she decided, she won’t easily

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 not include you. You’re

him.”

is thicker than water?” Boris glanced

is the bond of

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

was only giggling just now, suddenly turned into a

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

this. The wife not giving him a d*mn, fine, but even his newborn son refused to

to

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

breath.

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

Boris who froze still, “You still here? You

the little cub, squinted