“Hey! What are you doing!?” Cordelia cried and ran to put herself in front of her husband.

“I’m not doing anything!” The man looked malicious. “Ask your husband how he used to serve me… Hah, he’d put his hands up when I flicked the ash. His palms are my ashtray!”

“You—”

“Pretty, did you think you married some nice guy?”

The man scanned Cordelia from head to toe, his gaze unsettling her.

“Heh, the lowest of thugs. He was looked down on when he was in prison, and you’re treating him like a gem?” the man scoffed. “Marcus, you lucky b*stard!”

“That’s enough!” Cordelia shouted fiercely. “I don’t care who you are. This is a public space. If you disrespect my husband again, I’ll call security!”

The man’s gaze was sharp. “Marcus, why are you still so useless? Do you only know how to hide behind a woman?”

“Uh… is something wrong?” Seth, who came later, looked at the few people, lost and sweating.

He was the most worried about Linda, so he stood next to her. Before he could go close, she stepped to the side to keep some distance from him.

aback. He heard the man

as she carefully checked Marcus if the cigarette ash burned

followed. A while later, she bit her lips and sprinted in

but the pang in his heart hurt so

gave chase to the stadium’s

luxury cars driving over slowly from a distance, and tens of men in black lined both sides. Someone pulled the first car’s door

turned back for a glance before he got

eyes as she cried out shakily, “Nicholas

bodyguards turned over to her, looking on

Nicholas’ impassive words. “I

was a buzz in Linda’s

not repeat himself but ducked his head to

slowly, leaving Linda on the spot with her vision blurred by her tears while her heart pained like it was cut. When the last car was about to leave her sigh,

said that you were

“Nicholas Thompson—“

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