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.

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

for mercy, “I’m sorry, Ms. Wickam. I was momentarily misguided and made a mistake. Please give me another chance.

raised her foot and was about to step

to keep watching. All he

pain never

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

There was a sense of relief, like a survivor after a disaster. There was also fear, a lingering dread of the unknown punishment and the consequences of

that Bella had such a trick up her

Casanova, Brian, who boasted of having countless encounters

not in a hurry to deal with him. She just smiled, acting

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also forced out a chuckle, squeezing out a smile that looked worse than

“Ms… Ms. Wickam.”

Where did you get the nerve to work with Mr.

“I… I…”

for quite a while, unable to articulate a coherent explanation, probably

clear to

guaranteed to provide some sort of financial power in exchange. Then, he indicates that he often engages

initially disagreed, but as time went on,

wouldn’t even think about calling the police or anything like