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

Maisie’s mask, a few people flew through the

professional fighters. No sooner had they entered the private room than they had beaten all Peter’s men

under the table and

contorted with rage as he shouted, “Who the hell are you?

in black made a path, and the middle-aged man who walked out from behind the bodyguards was

face instantly turned red as he froze. “M-Mr.

her face turned ashen

is he doing

from the couch and adjusted her mask to prevent it from falling. She, too, was very surprised like the other two

Isn’t he

in front of Peter with his hands clasped behind him. There was a smile on his face

mean by this, Mr. Boucher? I don’t think my affair with the Chases has anything to do with you, right?” “Yes, you’re right. It has nothing to do with me,”

said. He did not expect that the Bouchers would stand up for the Chases at

not worried about the Chases since Michael was retiring from his position soon. However, the Bouchers were

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

offered Yael a smile. “You’re right, Mr. Boucher. My anger has gotten the best of me. This is my fault, and