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

flew through the door and fell to the floor

professional fighters. No sooner had they

terror. She cowered under the table and

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

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

red

her

Boucher? What is he

up from the couch and adjusted her mask to prevent it from falling. She, too, was

Boucher? Isn’t

of Peter with his hands clasped behind him. There was a smile on his face as he said, “Of

the Chases has 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 seems to me that you have forgotten

face when he heard what Yael had said. He did not expect that the Bouchers would stand

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

not give him what he wanted, Yael would

Yael a smile. “You’re right, Mr. Boucher. My anger has gotten the