My Flirtacious Husband

Naturally, everyone else was shocked to see such a lethal blow.

With no intention of letting anyone off, Patrick moved nimbly through the group of men and unleashed a torrent of attacks on them.

Even though there was nothing fancy to his moves, his punches and kicks were powerful enough to send everyone flying.

“Patrick Sullivan!” someone suddenly yelled, followed by the sound of a gun cocking.

Patrick whipped around. One of the men he pummeled earlier had grabbed Genevieve by the neck and was holding a gun to her temple.

His finger squeezed the trigger slightly, and any further movement would undoubtedly put a bullet through Genevieve’s head.

Seeing how Patrick had frozen in his tracks and was glaring at him, the man quickly ordered anyone who could still move to get back on their feet and retrieve the phone.

Amidst the chaos earlier, the phone had fallen under the car and away from the rain, with the video call still going. Although Marilyn did not see the fight, the sound of flesh slamming against flesh was enough to send chills down her spine.

Marilyn finally

ferocious wolf with his

composure. “Patrick, you’re Armand’s lackey. Shouldn’t you be with him instead?” she scoffed as she narrowed her eyes. “Besides, Genevieve’s the

shot daggers at

I can’t find any chance to attack. There’s simply too much at risk.

one condition,” Marilyn replied with a smirk.

shouted, her voice hoarse from

grip and pressed

at the sight of that, and the next second, he unclenched his fists and went

satisfied, Marilyn

Patrick had called her sometime back to warn her not to hurt Genevieve again. His attitude infuriated her, and she

that he’d be at

somewhere high outside

of the best snipers