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.” 

to counterattack with a backhand uppercut. The two quickly circled each other. “Stop fighting!” Gale shouted loudly, “Shawn! Stop

more... Sam had already received two punches, was injured, and lost a

strength 

Sam will be beaten to death!

hear that? Stop, don‘t fight!” However, the more panicked Gale shouted, the

kneeling on one knee, unable to stand up, and at a

Shawn’s fist was only one centimeter away from her face. Gale clearly

“I won‘t!” 

Shawn‘s eyes were

head. “You can‘t hit him anymore.

“Does it hurt?” 

filled with monstrous anger.

feeling of

also mixed with

dismissed the thoughts in

Gale felt sorry for Sam because Sam was the father of the evil seed