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.

someone had picked the phone up, Marilyn finally saw

a distance away, looking every bit like a ferocious wolf with his

quickly regained her 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 one who murdered his grandmother. Why are you still helping her

daggers at Marilyn through

in that man’s hand, and I can’t find any chance to attack. There’s simply too much at

but on one condition,” Marilyn replied with a smirk. “Get on

her voice hoarse from having screamed

holding her down tightened his grip and

second, he unclenched his fists

and satisfied, Marilyn

to hurt Genevieve again. His attitude infuriated her, and she hadn’t been able to stop brooding

that he’d be

at her father was positioned somewhere

again, it was a fact that Patrick was one of the best snipers around, and his skill had come in handy many times