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.

back of his hand bulging, displaying his current unease. "Since you're looking for

rod from the wall and charged towards the man,

a

the man's brains would probably splatter on the spot. The woman, who could already anticipate the horrific scene, pressed her

"Ah!"

bloodshed, hoping to avoid leaving

expected. Instead, there came

"Ouch!"

hitting me, or I'll

I messed up, I really know I

slowly opened her eyes and focused on the scene. Turned out George

and now he was being beaten to the

crossed her arms and

could only kneel and

long, sturdy legs wrapped in

his face under the

yellow streetlight revealed an

been exposed to sunlight

eyes emitted a fierce glint, like an eagle circling in the

"What Selah?"

for a second, subconsciously throwing back

guilt and fear flashed

had actually forgotten who Selah was?' Channing thought

felt his suppressed anger about to erupt uncontrollably. Once again, he raised his fist and

is? How could she choose trash like

you treated her so badly, why did you

dare you mistreat her! How could