The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Quinton was about to ask someone to give Stefan a ride home to Hunt Manor. However, his subordinate hurriedly came to inform him about something.

“Sir, there’s an issue. A group of thugs came. They want us to deliver that b*stard, Stefan, to them. If not, they’re going to set this pawnshop on fire!”

“Humph! They’re so bold! How dare they make a scene in my territory?”

“They… They look extraordinary, and they come fully armed. The key is the leader comes from a very strong background, so we don’t dare to act rashly. So, please… step forward!”

“Okay, I’m curious as to who is courting death!”

Quinton brought nothing with me as he went to Carmine Pawnshop in his casual clothes.

The large ancient gate of Carmine Pawnshop exuded a majestic magnificence. The front courtyard was covered with slab stones several thousand square feet wide. Tall and upright pine trees were planted at either side of the gate, in addition to two large ferocious-looking lion statues that were placed at either side of the door. A large blue signboard was hung above the door with gilded handwriting that read “Carmine Pawnshop.”

For Water Dock, Carmine Pawnshop was an important landmark that symbolized absolute solemnity and power. It was a presence that guarded the condition of the whole dock.

the front courtyard of Carmine Pawnshop was guarded by two rows of security guards. The whole place was quiet and solemn. Besides, it was vastly different from the other crowded, noisy, and messy

Carmine Pawnshop was quite crowded. Some who carried along firearms waved them high in the air, chanting, “Hand him over! Hand him over! Hand

crowd and shouted with all her might, “If you don’t hand him over, we’ll set

to

to rumors, the Murphy family was going to ally themselves with

words, this woman was Stefan’s future

was his sister’s past rival in

how could he let her off

up in a rage because that woman was his sister’s rival in

you. You’re just a spoiled young lady.

monster. You’re

tinge of fear emerged in

pawnshop but was the center of black-market trading. Anything could appear in this establishment, not least of all human

Pawnshop was called Mr. Q. Going by the