No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

Chapter 1442 Now It’s Your Turn!

Elisa's fist struck his chest— "You said it yourself, we used to be husband and wife, but now we are no longer. We are complete strangers! Just stop arguing with me. If you dare to defy my will, I swear this will be the end for you!"

Elisa's intimidation didn't faze Gareth. Before he could utter a word, an argument erupted from outside the door. "Watch your step, you mutt! This is not your territory."

"F*ck off!"

With a loud bang, a heavy object crashed onto the ground, and the next moment, someone forcefully pushed the door open from outside.

Leading the charge was Mr. Carrerra, accompanied by a group of people, bursting in with aggression.

Seizing the opportunity, Elisa shoved Gareth to the side.

Gareth, in turn, shot a cold, piercing gaze in Mr. Carrerra's direction.

Yet, Mr. Carrerra paid no attention to Gareth, "Judging by your bold and steady glare, I assume you've made quite a remarkable recovery. A man who relied on a woman's sacrifice to obtain the antidote, Mr. Wickam, do you deserve to be called a man?"

Mr. Carrerra had witnessed the standoff between Gareth and Elisa just moments ago.

He found the scene quite amusing.

Gareth seethed with rage at Mr. Carrerra's provocation and mockery. As Gareth was about to rise to his feet, Elisa reached out and pulled him back, gently tugging at him.

She didn't want Gareth to argue with Mr. Carrerra at this critical moment.

If this despicable man were to poison Gareth again, she wouldn't be able to address it immediately. It would only exacerbate their turmoil and intensify Gareth's suffering!

Elisa let out a scoff and was about to retort.

Still, Gareth beat her to it, "An empty barrel only dares to employ deceitful tactics behind others' backs—what can such a despicable and shameless person like you ever achieve?"

Despite the mocking expression on Mr. Carrerra's face, there was an underlying sense of fear towards Gareth.

He recognized Gareth's influence and the power he held.

"So, you want the Ganoderma Caligo?" Gareth asked, his voice dripping with icy coldness.

However, his questions were laced with sarcasm and ridicule.

"Yes, I want the Ganoderma Caligo. Those who achieve great things don't sweat the small stuff. It's always better to rely on oneself than depend on women, right?"

Mr. Carrerra's mocking grin grew even more comprehensive.

But before Mr. Carrerra could finish his sentence, Gareth swiftly stepped forward and stood before him.

'Bang!'

Gareth moved so quickly that no one could see what he did to Mr. Carrerra. Still, within an instant, Mr. Carrerra was kneeling before Gareth.

Mr. Carrerra had come with his entourage, and as a prominent figure in the Middle East, he wouldn't tolerate Gareth's audacity!