No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

Chapter 2000 Blacklist

With this in mind, Brian shook his head and said, “That’s more like it. Those who have tact are wise… Ah

Before Brian could finish his words, his bloodcurdling screams filled the room.

That was the kind of scream that came from the depths of the heart, almost piercing through one’s

eardrums.

Upon hearing this, the man lying on the ground swallowed nervously, trying his best to make himself less noticeable, fearing he might be the next one.

Mike, standing to one side with his arms crossed before his chest, showed a momentary crack in his expression.

His facial features contorted instantly, all because of Bella’s swift, accurate, and ruthless kick. It landed directly on Brian’s groin. Just by watching it, Mike could feel a sympathetic twinge, his hands instinctively covering his own crotch.

While doing so, he couldn’t help but marvel. Bella is truly ruthless…

But it’s only to be expected. In the business world, who isn’t ruthless and decisive?

Those who are kind-hearted are not suited to cause harm to others.

After receiving Bella’s kick, Brian rolled on the ground while clutching his groin. Blood trickled down from his forehead, spreading across his face, making him look extremely ghastly.

was still not satisfied. She glanced at the project team guy, who had been

high-heeled shoes getting closer and closer, quickly covered his crotch and begged for mercy, “I’m sorry, Ms. Wickam. I was momentarily misguided and made a mistake. Please give

raised her foot and

person didn’t even have the courage to keep watching. All he could do was

pain never came.

man opened his eyes, only to be met with Bella’s playful smirk. It was then that he realized he had. been made a fool

at once. There was a sense of relief, like a survivor after a disaster. There was

had such

have thought that this so-called Casanova, Brian, who boasted of having countless encounters with women, would turn

hurry to deal with him. She just smiled, acting as if nothing

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chuckle, squeezing out

“Ms… Ms. Wickam.”

leaf now. Where did you get

“I… I…”

quite a while, unable to articulate a coherent explanation, probably finding it difficult to

was clear

seems that Mr. Macdonald, who has been with countless women, guaranteed to provide some sort

who initially disagreed, but as time went on, they got used to

calling the