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.

up, Marilyn

looking every bit like a ferocious wolf with his fists

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

at

any chance to attack.

replied with

kneel!” Genevieve shouted, her voice hoarse from having

holding her down tightened his grip and pressed the gun to her

and the next second, he unclenched his

satisfied, Marilyn

turned out, Patrick had called her sometime back to warn her not to hurt Genevieve again. His attitude infuriated her, and she hadn’t been able to stop brooding over

that he’d be at my

sniped at her father was positioned somewhere high outside the building. It’d be difficult for even the military

snipers around, and his skill had come in