Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 487

"You looking to get yourself killed?"

Mitchell took another hard punch, so fierce it left him stunned.

Damn it. Maurice looked like a total pretty boy, with his carefully styled hair and fancy clothes-who'd have thought he could actually fight like that?

"Maurice, that's enough. Let's just ignore these two lunatics," Effie said, stepping closer to him.

She didn't bother jumping in to break up the fight-there was too much fury in their eyes. If she got in the middle, she'd only end up hurt herself.

Right then, the security guards she'd called showed up.

Maurice didn't even need them to hold him back; he simply stepped aside, shaking out his hand. "I can't stand traitors. Next time I see you, Mitchell, you're getting another beating."

Mitchell's eyes were red with rage, his expression murderous as he spat out, "You're all so quick to accuse me of cheating, but every guy slips up! I realized my mistake, I wanted to fix things, but Effie wouldn't let me! And why? Because she was already looking for someone else!"

"She dumped me and married someone else right away. Whose fault is that? Three years together, and she tossed it away like nothing. So tell me, was it really me who cheated first, or was it her?" All the resentment Mitchell had bottled up finally burst out.

a word of it-he knew Effie too well. He barked out,

shot back, furious, "Why don't you ask her yourself-did she get married or

with me and married someone else right after. Tell me

he heard Effie had gotten married; he stared at her, looking

gave Maurice a small nod. "It's true. I'm married now. I

everyone else did too? You're the most disgusting person I've ever met do us all a favor and keep your mouth shut for once. The stench

your little sidepiece-what a perfect match. The two of you

the hand, grabbed their friend,

molars to dust. "I'm

breaking point-she

him on purpose. Even if you call the cops, it'll just

promised me before I lent you all that money-you said you'd

brow furrowed even more. He'd already swallowed his pride for those millions-what

call the cops. Maybe they'll drag me off too, and then you can run crying to your precious uncle

shifted at the mention