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.

all. Instead, his eyes opened wide with curiosity, his little hands clapped excitedly, and he made strange

glanced at him, and

minutes, only

off his head, and asked, “Anyone

Yudel squinted at him.

This guy was buffed.

five years ago,

recovered pretty well, and he’s got pretty top

considers him a

you want to reconcile with Ziana, better drop it. I know my sister too well. Growing up, whatever

before continuing towards the

to go near Ziana, 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.

him.”

haven’t you heard that blood is thicker than water?” Boris

it is the bond

towards the kid, trying to get the

kid, who was only giggling

once again ordered the eviction, “Mr.

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

to believe

as he walked up to the kid, he wailed again, much

breath.

“Mr. Scott, you have to stop the young

kicked Boris who froze still, “You

little cub, squinted