The More the Merrier

Chapter 1088 Bradley Hitting Vivian

“What the hell is wrong with me? I don't know, but I definitely know that you're all pieces of trash. If you don't leave immediately, I'm going to call the cops on you. You'll get to reunite in jail as a family!” Bradley mocked.

“You—” Vivian fumed.

“Get lost!” Ethen snapped, a gloomy look in his eyes.

When Zayden realized Ethen and Bradley were not going to be persuaded otherwise, he quickly towed Vivian away.

“Don't pull me away! How can he lord over us like that? He's just a dog of the Graham family!” Vivian snarled, unable to take that in silence.

Bradley narrowed his eyes and dashed over to slap Vivian.

Vivian's head snapped to the side from the force, and blood seeped out from the corner of her lips.

Zayden had never thought Bradley would hit her. He could not stop the latter in time.

“What a load of rubbish from you! Do you still think the Adams family is a wealthy family? You guys are worse than animals!” Bradley stared at the couple in disdain.

“How could you hit her?” Zayden shouted at Bradley and pulled his wife closer to him when he came back to his senses. “Where are your manners?”

hit her, but it isn't rude when this old b*tch swears at me?” Bradley replied as he glared

you just call an old b*tch?”

his lips. “You, obviously. What can you

inwardly praising Bradley for having the

was the only effective way to deal with people like

Vivian was about to lunge over to attack Bradley. She had never suffered such humiliation in her

quickly stopped

of them winning, and engaging in a fight would only make the men gain even more

and humiliated me, but you're stopping me? I'm going to fight him to

the couple. “Come on. I'm not afraid

the last thing Zayden hissed at Bradley before giving him a glare

going to leave?” Bradley yelled at

into the

let him go

settle the score with him. Don't cry. We won't win here,” Zayden reassured her, tightening his grip and swearing

uttered, “Where did this b*stard come from? How dare he hit me? I'm