The Return of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife by Zara Gibbon

Chapter 220

“Come back with me…” Bruce forcibly carried her off the operating table and walked out.

Joanna’s face was filled with panic. She struggled with all her might in his arms. “Let go of me, Bruce. Can you not be so domineering?”

Bruce ignored her resistance, dismissing it entirely!

His grip tightened around her like a pair of steel pincers, rendering her powerless to struggle.

In the hospital corridor, a few security guards approached, brandishing batons. The nurse pointed at Bruce, her voice trembling with horror. “Someone’s causing trouble. It’s them!”

“What the hell are you doing? Who the hell are you?” The security captain pointed his baton at Bruce, his posture exuding authority.

Bruce paid no heed to his outburst and continued walking straight toward him.

Bruce possessed an inherent aura of power. It was evident that he was someone not to be provoked!

The security captain didn’t dare to impede him. He quickly stepped aside, making way for him.

Andy and Kody calmly dealt with the situation. “It’s just a misunderstanding!

“We’re just looking for someone!”

Observing the numerous bodyguards accompanying the group and the absence of any casualties, the security captain didn’t dare to intervene.

He didn’t dare to obstruct them at all, allowing the group to leave.

Bruce carried Joanna and confidently strode out of the hospital, capturing everyone’s attention!

“Oh my god, why does that person bear such a striking resemblance to Bruce Everett, the wealthiest man in Greyport?”

“How is that possible? Why would he come to Mossbourne Hospital?”

“But he really looks like Bruce Everett!”

Porash’s proximity to Greyport meant its residents were naturally familiar with Bruce.

Even the nurses and patients chased after them, eager to witness the commotion.

At the hospital entrance, Bruce forcefully pushed Joanna into the passenger seat.

Without waiting for the driver and bodyguards to catch up, he took the wheel himself.

Vroom!

He pressed down on the accelerator.

The powerful engine roared like a ferocious beast, propelling them forward.

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“Bruce, are you out of your mind” Joanna dreaded being in Bronce’s car

Despite wearing a seatbelt, she hastily grasped the car’s overhead exfery handler

Bruce, that jerk, had a severe case of road rage! When he was in a bad mood, the chances of getting into a car accident soared

have

this. Bruce forcefully slammed the steering wheel Joanna,

speeding too fast. Even a slight 0.5 mm deviation of the steering wheel could cause it to overte out of the

lane

car’s left front wheel momentarily lifted off

the right again. The car jerked like a tossed toy car, veering

her face turning pale in an

him anymore and her tone

his face contorted

and today he had intended to pressure

he discovered that Joanna had already gone to the hospital

remiorset

anger consumed him entirely.

do you want?” Joanna

the

longer dared to accuse him, she could only suppress

explosive temper, and she couldn’t even

Greyport and took joanna directly to Reagan

the lawn, and Bruce forcibly pulled

approached and parked the car in the garage

are you planning

as he carried

he led her to a room and

here until I’ve made up

he declared

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filled with immense shock, and she impulsively leaped off the bed, exclaiming, “What do you think you’re doing? Are you

wish!” Bruce said as he

but it was already too late.

Bang!

the door and locked it with the

stood obediently,

her and make sure she doesn’t

maids respectfully

pregnant

“Yes, Mr. Everett!”

Bruce disregarded Joanna’s shouts from

ten bodyguards and more

move in, so more

continued to pound frantically on the door. “Bruce, you’re insane! You can’t do this to me. It’s an illegal

was locked inside the villa with no means of contacting

lawn,

regretted iphow; he was determined to make

to keep his child or

grew increasingly impatient with this woman who had secretly wanted to terminate

out! Let me

who stood by the door, advised her, “Ma’am, please calm down. It’s not good for the baby if you get so

me

can’t let you out. Please

herself trapped, a captive

as if she stood at death’s doorstep, feeling desperate. She pounded on the door, shouting, “Where’s Bruce? Tell him to come here! I

he’ll come on his own, the