The Woman From Hell

Chapter 118

I never knew President Grant, who held such a high status, would do such a childish thing.

Perhaps this was human nature. Everyone had many different sides to them. Whether it was Tyler, Theo, or me, we would all do unimaginable things.

The car that was worth tens of millions was being smashed but Tyler did not even frown one bit. He remained calm and unruffled in his seat with one hand supporting his head. He looked sideways at Theo, his eyes carrying a profound smile.

Their eyes met. One pair was cold while the other was hot. One was smiling happily while the other was ice-cold like frost. No one wanted to read each other through their gaze, but no one wanted to show their weakness first.

A long while later, Tyler's smiling eyes squinted as he said, "Smashing the car is boring. How about we involve some real action?"

"Sure," Theo replied in a deep voice. He shifted his dark eyes a little and stared at my thin lips as he said," Get out of there. Don't get splattered by the blood.”

"Yeah, Wandy, you stay aside and watch how I’ll help you teach him a lesson.” Tyler agreed as well and

opened the car door.

I...

would be a time when both o f

carried disdain that was targeted at the other person in their eyes. I could not help but

eyes-the kind that you

their confrontation, so I got

the house. She switched on all the lights in the yard and ran out in a rush. The scene in front of her made her nervous. She immediately asked, "Do you need me to

to the garden and let her sit and watch." Theo's dark eyes looked low-spirited and his voice

smacked m y forehead and said, "You take your time. I’m not

feel better. Theo’s expression was no longer as cold and his tone softened as well. He said lightly, "Then you

I'll be

made another person unhappy. Tyler, who was smiling a while ago, suddenly looked gloomy. His face looked

his hand and blocked the hit. He then

other with their utmost strength. From the looks of

Miss Woods was very worried. She kept looking back and anxiously asked, "Shouldn’t we find someone to help Young Master?

the door to block out the fighting sounds. Since they loved using force to solve problems,

let them get enough of it. At least they

to our house to