My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Chapter 64

The pressure those words carried was immense.

The storm in Lucille's eyes was about to burst forth. Her usually calm face was covered with a layer of frost.

Wayne was stunned. It was the first time that Lucille had taken the initiative to talk to him, so he said with a cheeky smile, "Annabelle Johnson, the actress who was once famous all over the country. She was crowned as the most beautiful theater actress in Dilsburg. Later on, everyone knew her as a b*tch. Hahaha!"

Smash!

Before Wayne could say anything more, his nose suffered a heavy punch.

Countless exclamations could be heard all around.

Wayne had been beaten so badly that his nose was bleeding. When he came back to his senses and was about to start cursing people out, someone grabbed his collar, and Lucille's stunning, eye-catching face was right in front of him.

"You'd better clean that mouth of yours," she warned.

Lucille was exuding a dangerous aura as if someone had tested her limits.

seemed that he

it? I'll say it again, then. Everyone knows Annabelle is a wh*re. On the outside, she

he could finish, his feet suddenly rose into the

"Argh!"

dead silence in the

grabbed Wayne's neck with one hand and forcefully

were bloodshot and filled with

the lack of oxygen. The blue veins on his forehead began bulging. He

react in the slightest. Her expression was cold and

like ferocious demons, like an endless trap of

all around. When two of them tried to surround Lucille, Annabelle with her motherly strength, held

Annabelle, with her disheveled hair, shook

me! I'm not afraid of anything. In fact, maybe

done anything evil in my life, so please turn all the suffering I have suffered into a little bit of luck and let my daughter live. I only pray that she

her

Lucille's eyes turned bloodshot.