My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball

Chapter 2051 This Is Nothing

Rosalie and Byron walked to the 16th building as written on the address.

It was a villa with three-and-a-half stories that was located in the suburbs and cost less than ten million.

Outside the villa was a yard surrounded by an iron fence. Lights were brightly lit on the second floor, and Violet was obviously still awake.

Rosalie put on a gloomy expression and rang the doorbell.

Before long, someone shouted from inside, "Who's at the door in the middle of the night?"

Rosalie's pupils constricted, alarmed. It was a male's voice, and she was familiar with it. That man must be Ethan.

Ethan smelled like alcohol as he approached the gate. When he saw Rosalie's face through the bars, he was startled.

Then, he saw Byron, who had a cold expression on his face.

The husband and wife could see Ethan’s expression changing under the dim streetlight.

"Rosalie? Why are you here at this hour?" Ethan's voice sounded less aggressive than just now. He seemed more sober.

gate. I came to look for

to waste time speaking to Ethan. She glared at him coldly as

at home. Come back some

around and

don't open the gate,

and he stopped walking back to the villa. However, he dared not turn around and face

iron fence was

Byron did not waste more time negotiating. He shot a glance at his bodyguards,

dashed out, and they managed to jump over the fence within seconds. Two of the bodyguards pinned Ethan on

Byron, what are you doing? You're breaking

to break free. However, he could not break free from the bodyguards' grips.

walked over, crouched down, and

so-called 'brother' Gordon forced her to acknowledge had gathered a few male students and recorded a video

her bitch, saying she was nothing more than rubbish. They

could just return to Coast City with ease and even live a

over the matter even after slapping

me!" She gritted her teeth and wanted to slap again. However, Byron stopped

it to me. You'll only dirty your hand slapping a man like him." Byron's expression was gloomy.

as he gave the order