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.

his courage without even making a move. His tightly clenched fist involuntarily relaxed, then clenched again, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, displaying his current unease. "Since you're looking for trouble, don't

rod from the wall and charged towards

was a

probably splatter on the spot. The woman, who could already anticipate the horrific scene, pressed her body against the wall, trembling with fear

"Ah!"

witnessing the imminent bloodshed, hoping to avoid

from what she had expected. Instead, there came a series of familiar and intense

"Ouch!"

Stop hitting me,

man. I messed up, I really know I messed

her eyes and focused on the scene. Turned out George was getting beaten up and

the other person, and now he

all this, crossed her arms and let

ground. With his severe myopia, he could only kneel and carefully search for his glasses, all the while casting furtive glances at the man.

long, sturdy legs wrapped in black suit

his face

yellow streetlight revealed an

to sunlight for years. The

an eagle circling in the sky, staring at George with

"What Selah?"

a second, subconsciously throwing back a question,

long-forgotten memories flickered through his mind. A hint of guilt and fear flashed across his face as he lowered his head, attempting

actually forgotten who Selah was?' Channing

again, he raised his fist and

ask me who Selah is? How could she choose trash like

so badly, why did

mistreat her! How