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 from time to time, as if

and did not

ten minutes, only he was

off his head, and asked, “Anyone

Yudel squinted at him.

This guy was buffed.

five years ago, he was

years, he recovered pretty well, and

considers him a pestilence,

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

paused before 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

him.”

Scott, haven’t you heard that blood is thicker than water?” Boris glanced at

it is the bond

opened his hand towards the kid,

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

the kid in his arms, and once again ordered the

The wife not giving him a

to believe

tried again, just as he walked up to the

breath.

the young master’s

Boris who froze still, “You still here? You want him

at the little cub, squinted his eyes