Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar

Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar Chapter 347

I was different from that man

Standing beside John, she looked at him with her beautiful eyes full of pity.

She had known everything from the teacher and arrived at Houston at once.

Seeing the expression on John’s face, she felt heartbroken.

John had always been a positive man, but a little giddy, which was not annoying, but had a unique charm.

He was not bad at all.

He always wore a cheeky smile in front of his sisters and often flirted with them.

But at this moment, his silence was totally different from usual.

John must be very sad.

Bertha’s heart also hurt.

She didn’t try to persuade him, but silently accompanied him.

If he hadn’t stood up or eaten anything, she wouldn’t leave nor eat.

However, the rain was getting heavier.

The wind was blowing more violently.

Bertha couldn’t hold the umbrella and threw it aside. She didn’t use the forceful shield to protect herself, allowing the violent wind and rain to hit her. Her clothes had already been wet, and were tightly attached to her body.

Her perfect figure was outlined in the rain.

Ignoring the rain on the ground, she squatted down, with her arms around her knees and her head leaning on the arm of John.

The rain hit her beautiful face, splashed into her eyes, and then slowly slid down.

She didn’t know how long had passed.

The coldness in her body was suddenly dispersed by a warm current.

her eyes, the rain had

her was the

rain, the sky was blue and

scolded, “Little bastard, if you dare

two little white canine teeth

picked her up, patted her buttocks and said, “You are

time with my mother,”

how could he be easily

John hard and stared

turned to look at his mother’s tombstone and said, “Mommy, look. Your

reply. “Who is your future wife? Shame

at this moment, she didn’t say anything, but buried her head in his chest with a

she had a

at the

sigh of relief. Then she looked at the shy Bertha in his arms, with

“Auntie, I’m sorry to make you worried

fine. But you are too

rolled her

John asked, “Auntie, can you

Alexandra was stunned.

knew who he

Her mood was complicated.

man used his real name or a fake name, and her family had searched him for a long

if he did find him, what should he do? Would they hurt each

look for her than let John get involved. It was

between them.

her hesitation,

not as sensitive as you think. You

seriously for a while and then sighed. She said, “His name is Americo

Americo Kurds!

name was deeply engraved in

the chance, he would like to ask

why didn’t

from that man. When I find the answer

John left with

to a forest nearby and said, “Dad, did you hear that? He