She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 703: I Never Touched Her

He thought Selah wouldn't stoop so low as to pick just any man. But when he laid eyes on George, the suppressed anger burst forth.

The middle-aged man before Channing had a protruding belly, only a few sparse strands of hair floating above his head, a flabby physique, and a lecherous countenance. He was drunk, holding a gorgeously made-up young woman in his arms, his pudgy hands constantly caressing her exposed shoulders.

Under the cover of darkness, a look of disgust flashed in the woman's eyes. She pretended to be tender and leaned against the man's shoulder with a lazy demeanor.

"Sweetheart, I think someone up ahead is staring at you. Do you know him?"

"What? Where is he?"

As soon as George opened his mouth, a strong stench of alcohol wafted over. He drunkenly pointed at the man before him, his slurred voice ringing out, "Who are you?" "George."

Without hesitation, the man clenched his teeth and marched forward, swinging his fist towards George's face.

George was caught off guard and let out a painful scream, feeling a stinging sensation on his nose as if it had been cut.

Before he could react, he instinctively reached up, feeling a sticky warmth on his fingertips-blood!

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George, who had been swaggering around Akloit for half a lifetime without encountering any trouble, had now been punched shortly after arriving in Onistead.

However, George wasn't the type to be bullied. If he was hit, he would hit back, right?

Standing up and wiping the blood off his face with the back of his hand, he glared fiercely at the dark figure, the drunkenness in his eyes subsiding.

"You're courting death, daring to hit me! Do you know who I am?"

A cold wind blew, causing the black cloak on the man's head to flutter slightly, revealing a strikingly handsome face. The short green beard added a touch of mature male charm to him. He appeared as a messenger walking in the dark night, exuding an extraordinary aura of dark power.

fist involuntarily relaxed, then clenched again, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, displaying his

rod from the wall and charged towards

this was a

already anticipate the horrific scene, pressed her body against the wall, trembling with fear and emitting a sharp

"Ah!"

bloodshed, hoping to avoid leaving a terrible

happened was completely different from what she had expected. Instead, there came a series of familiar and

"Ouch!"

Stop hitting me, or

up,

and focused on the scene.

moment ago, he was threatening to kill the other person, and now he was being beaten to the ground and begging for mercy without

all this, crossed her arms

were shattered and scattered on the ground. With his severe myopia, he could only kneel and carefully search for his

of long, sturdy

face under the

yellow streetlight revealed an

to sunlight for years. The

emitted a fierce glint, like an eagle circling in the sky, staring at George with sharpness. "How

"What Selah?"

first stunned for a second, subconsciously throwing back a question, before

guilt and fear flashed across his

who Selah was?'

to erupt uncontrollably. Once again, he raised his

me who Selah is?

treated her so badly, why did you marry

mistreat her! How