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

Chapter 612.

Bridget was famous as a little girl before she entered the movie-making circle. She was the only one who bullied others since she was a child, and no one had ever dared to bully her.

Although she was only at the 18th level in the entertainment industry, she was very good at getting things done and had many men around her.

Her focus was only on making money. It doesn't matter whether she can act or not. As long as she can make money, she doesn't care in any way.

But she didn't expect that she would be killed. Her pupils got bigger and bigger, and she squeezed out a few words from her throat: "Why, why?"

This man looked so cowardly at first; how could he suddenly become such a person?

There was a cold, murderous energy exuding from all over his body, and he was no ordinary cleaning man at all.

"Ms. Bridget, if you want to blame anyone, you should blame yourself for offending the wrong people. Someone paid for your life."

Bridget had never been exposed to such a thing before, and only then did she realize the seriousness of the matter.

They were in a society ruled by law. How could someone be so bold as to commit murder on the street?

"No, don't kill me. I'll give you money. I'll give you all my money."

The man smiled coldly and tightened his fingers more and more until she started suffocating.

kept struggling in the air, and she finally

eyes of an ordinary person at all, and

heard the man say: "Don't rob others in your next life. What you owe others

body was mercilessly thrown to the ground

in full bloom. The man casually broke off one and placed it

closed; she was lying still on the ground, staring at the sky

yellow street lamp, but the woman would

"Who is that?"

and the man disappeared into

he found Bridget lying on the ground with her eyes wide open. He quickly squatted down and did a check on her, but she was

up, he saw a woman running towards him in a hurry; her scream rang out in the

had time to take off their outfits, Jordan appeared in the living room with

"Mr. Sterling, something happened."

the staircase and stopped,

Alexander. Alexander did not ask further questions but comforted Aveline first: "It's work, it's late, take a bath

Aveline glanced at Jordan

suspiciously, and Jordan said

Yes, madam, I

for

you don't