We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

Chapter 2000 Blacklist

With this in mind, Brian shook his head and said, “That’s more like it. Those who have tact are wise… Ah

Before Brian could finish his words, his bloodcurdling screams filled the room.

That was the kind of scream that came from the depths of the heart, almost piercing through one’s

eardrums.

Upon hearing this, the man lying on the ground swallowed nervously, trying his best to make himself less noticeable, fearing he might be the next one.

Mike, standing to one side with his arms crossed before his chest, showed a momentary crack in his expression.

His facial features contorted instantly, all because of Bella’s swift, accurate, and ruthless kick. It landed directly on Brian’s groin. Just by watching it, Mike could feel a sympathetic twinge, his hands instinctively covering his own crotch.

While doing so, he couldn’t help but marvel. Bella is truly ruthless…

But it’s only to be expected. In the business world, who isn’t ruthless and decisive?

Those who are kind-hearted are not suited to cause harm to others.

After receiving Bella’s kick, Brian rolled on the ground while clutching his groin. Blood trickled down from his forehead, spreading across his face, making him look extremely ghastly.

the project team guy, who had

the high-heeled shoes getting closer and closer, quickly covered his crotch and begged for mercy, “I’m sorry, Ms. Wickam. I was momentarily misguided and made a mistake. Please give me another chance. At the very least, don’t target

man spoke pitifully. However, Bella raised her foot and was about to

keep watching. All he could do was

pain

to be met with Bella’s playful smirk. It was then

a sense of relief, like a survivor after a disaster. There was also fear, a lingering dread of the unknown punishment and the consequences of

have known that Bella had

who boasted of having countless encounters with women, would turn out to be so useless?

was not in a hurry to deal with him.

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out a smile that looked worse than

“Ms… Ms. Wickam.”

You’re shaking like a leaf now. Where did you get the nerve to work with Mr.

“I… I…”

while, unable to articulate a coherent explanation, probably finding it difficult to broach the

was clear to

sort of financial power in exchange. Then, he indicates that he

were also girls who initially disagreed, but as time went on, they got used to

even think about calling the police