Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arranged Marriag by BlueMoone

Chapter 113

It was as if an angry ancient beast king from deep within the ancient forest, this roar alone was enough to shake the mountains and forests.

Watching as Alexander quickly ran over, Nora panicked and stopped doing her nails, quickly standing up. The unfinished nail polish was spilled all over the floor.

The bright red nail polish stood out vividly against the white fur carpet.

“Alexander, listen to me and let me explain.”

Alexander didn’t pay any attention to Nora, his speed was very fast.

However, the stout maid, with her five big and three thick figure, glanced at him but didn’t stop her

actions.

This person was Nora’s trusted maid, Grace, whom she brought back from abroad. She had been with the Kingsley family since before Nora’s mother passed away, and she knew some martial arts. Standing at 1.75 meters tall and weighing 150 pounds, she could be considered sturdy among women.

Grace had naturally heard Alexander’s voice, but she knew that Aveline was a thorn in Nora’s heart, and

she had to remove this thorn.

So, even though she heard the voice of restraint, she still chose to continue scratching Aveline’s face.

cut, one

one cut, this pretty little face would never be able to

and Alexander’s relationship, once

mend.

scars on her face, and over time, Alexander

a huge risk and attacked

“Bang!”

echoed in the room, scaring the maids into screaming and fleeing

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all directions.

during this gap, Jordan had already closed in. He kicked Grace’s leg, forcing her to kneel down, and then he crossed her hands

her hand would have definitely been crippled. She was still immersed in the power of the gunshot and

already helped Aveline up, and his deep voice rang out, “Are

her body and a cut on her forehead with blood

all, instead, she held onto Jamie and said, “Quick, look

formed a sharp contrast with Nora. Nora approached Alexander and the first thing she did was not to pick up her child, but to shift the blame.

My poor Jamie is still