Skeletons Of The Marital Closet

Chapter 97 Gale replied, “I didn‘t have anything romantic to do with him, and we didn‘t talk about work. It was just meeting a friend.” 

“Friend?” 

“Yes.” Shawn gritted his teeth. “Okay, stop being friends!” She was shocked. “Shawn you...” 

He had already stepped in front of Sam, grabbed his collar, raised his fist, and slammed it down. 

Heavy and harsh. 

Sam‘s nose started to bleed. 

Sam staggered backward before finally finding his footing, barely standing still. “How dare you hit me?” Sam wiped the blood. “Shawn, if you marry her, you should cherish her!” 

“Since you know she is my woman, you should die as soon as possible!” 

“But you don‘t love her! Why are you torturing her!” Shawn sneered. “This is between her and me. You don‘t get a turn to give us advice!” 

“If you can‘t give her the best, give her back to me.” Sam‘s eyes were firm. “I can treat your trash as a treasure!” 

“You wish.” 

“Stop fighting!” Gale shouted loudly, “Shawn! Stop it!” Shawn had practiced taekwondo, and he had a black belt. Ordinary people were not his opponents

had already received two punches, was injured, and lost

strength 

Sam will be beaten to death!

panicked Gale shouted, the more ruthless Shawn was,

stand up, and at a complete disadvantage, Gale

of Sam. Shawn’s fist was only one centimeter away from her face. Gale clearly saw the blue veins on the back of

“I won‘t!” 

don’t hit women!” Shawn‘s eyes were cold. “Don‘t

stubbornly raised her head. “You can‘t hit

“Does it hurt?” 

chest was filled

a feeling

also mixed with

he dismissed the thoughts in his

he sad about? Gale felt sorry for Sam because Sam was the father of the evil