Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 791

The wine bottle shattered with a loud bang. The burly man fell to the floor and covered the bleeding wound on his head.

The other people were startled by her bold action, and none of them dared to approach her.

Peter cursed out loud and shouted, “What the hell are you losers doing? She’s just a woman. Go get her!”

Maisie made her move first. Although she could take two or three of them down, there were eight of them left.

She was wearing a pair of stilettos. Soon, she started to feel exhausted, and the floor was littered with broken bottles.

A man saw his chance and pounced at her, pinning her on the couch. Maisie bent her knee and delivered a fierce kick, and the man felli down in a curled-up position, covering his crotch in pain.

Another two strong men grabbed her and pinned her back on the couch. Peter barked out his order, “Remove her mask!”.

Katrina watched as they moved on to remove Maisie’s mask. Her fingers had stabbed into her arms that were crossed around her chest

people flew through the door

stunned. The bodyguards that filed into the room were professional fighters. No sooner had they entered the private

cowered under the table and covered

but he soon came around to his senses, His face contorted with

bodyguards dressed in black made a path, and the middle-aged man who walked out from behind the bodyguards was no

red as he froze. “M-Mr.

her face

is

adjusted her mask to prevent it from falling. She, too, was very

Boucher? Isn’t he Helios’

stood in front of Peter with his hands clasped behind him. There was a smile on his face as he said, “Of course, I’ve

anything to do with you, right?” “Yes, you’re right. It has nothing to do with me,” Yael said as he lowered his head. He walked closer to Peter and patted his shoulder before adding, “However, it

he heard what Yael had said. He did not expect that the Bouchers would stand up for the Chases

Michael was retiring from his position soon.

more powerful than the person behind him. If he did not give him what he wanted, Yael would

Mr. Boucher. My anger has gotten the best of me. This is my fault,