We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

Chapter 2000 Blacklist

With this in mind, Brian shook his head and said, “That’s more like it. Those who have tact are wise… Ah

Before Brian could finish his words, his bloodcurdling screams filled the room.

That was the kind of scream that came from the depths of the heart, almost piercing through one’s

eardrums.

Upon hearing this, the man lying on the ground swallowed nervously, trying his best to make himself less noticeable, fearing he might be the next one.

Mike, standing to one side with his arms crossed before his chest, showed a momentary crack in his expression.

His facial features contorted instantly, all because of Bella’s swift, accurate, and ruthless kick. It landed directly on Brian’s groin. Just by watching it, Mike could feel a sympathetic twinge, his hands instinctively covering his own crotch.

While doing so, he couldn’t help but marvel. Bella is truly ruthless…

But it’s only to be expected. In the business world, who isn’t ruthless and decisive?

Those who are kind-hearted are not suited to cause harm to others.

the ground while clutching his groin. Blood trickled down from his forehead, spreading across his face, making him look extremely

that Bella was still not satisfied. She glanced at the project

and begged for mercy, “I’m sorry, Ms. Wickam. I was momentarily misguided and made a mistake. Please give me another chance. At

man spoke pitifully. However, Bella raised her foot and was about to step on him.

person didn’t even have the courage to keep watching. All he could do was close his

anticipated pain never

smirk. It was then that he

of relief, like a survivor after a disaster. There was also fear, a lingering dread of the unknown punishment and the consequences of his reckless

known that Bella had such a trick up

have thought that this so-called Casanova, Brian, who boasted of having countless encounters with women, would turn

to deal with him. She just smiled, acting

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squeezing out a smile that looked worse than crying.

“Ms… Ms. Wickam.”

now. Where did you get

“I… I…”

hemmed and hawed for quite a while, unable to articulate a coherent explanation,

clear to

countless women, guaranteed to provide some sort of financial power in exchange. Then, he indicates