Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 304

Arya looked up and saw a determined but unusually cold face.

"Give my son back!" Madam Clinton rushed up crazily to grab Arya, but she couldn't even touch her because Xavier was protecting her.

Madam Clinton cried out with deep grief. "It's all because of you. It's all because of you that my son died. Give my son back to me..."

"Why are you standing there? Go to find the security guards.” Xavier turned to look at Nanny Joy, who was standing there in a daze.

Then Nanny Joy regained her senses from the shock. "Ill go now."

Madam Clinton was still clinging to Xavier's clothes. Her hands were covered in red paint and smelled bad. She completely ignored it and only wanted to grab Arya. "I'm going to kill you to avenge my son. If it weren't for you, he would have married. My son is so young, but now he has died. How can I survive this kind of pain?"

Madam Clinton sat down on the ground, crying, shouting, and patting her thighs with both hands. "Why aren't you the victim?" She got up and continued to pull Xavier madly. "She is an ominous woman. Why are you protecting her..."

At this moment, the security guards came up and grabbed Madam Clinton, who was crying and screaming.

Madam Clinton shouted. "Let me go, let me go!"

Xavier also became angry. He glared at the security guards who were holding Madam Clinton. "Do you still want this job?"

The two security guards suddenly shivered and immediately dragged her away.

Arya pursed her lips and did not say anything.

Xavier took a breath and told the two security guards. "Don't hurt her. And be careful since now. Remember that our hotel is only available for guests.”

The security guards nodded repeatedly. "It's our fault. I promise this is the last time, sir."

Madam Clinton was still swearing, but her voice grew smaller and smaller and it slowly disappeared in the corridor.

Nanny Joy walked over and asked worriedly, "Is everything okay?"

Xavier let go of Arya without even looking at her. He turned around and walked into the elevator. Leaving Arya standing there. The farce just now seemed to be a dream. It's both real and illusory.

It was hard to tell whether it was true or not.

Joy's shocked face, shook her head and

Xavier appeared in

her sentence, Arya had already walked into the elevator. Just now Madam Clinton splashed a bucket of paint on Xavier, which must have stained him. It was hard

feel the pungent smell. Xavier had already thrown his coat into the trash can. Nanny Joy glanced at Arya,

someone was taking shower in the bathroom. Arya knew it was Xavier. He loved to keep neat and he couldn't

Joy came in and saw Arya standing

"Can you lie

concerned, so worried, and followed him so fast. It's obvious that she still

hurting the living,”

deliberately torturing herself and

Joy knew she was sad, but sadness couldn't last for

at Nanny Joy

couldn't accept his death and continue her

let it go

might not work even if she kept talking. She had to figure

at home, Nanny Joy deliberately made an excuse

Joy wanted her to figure

off his bathrobe and put on his shirt. There was still a small piece of

Arya as if she

as ice for a thousand

turned over in her heart. She can feel a

used

irritable and happy. But he had never been

was the first

two tissues, wiped his neck, took his coat and then

nothing. At

she was cold, did Xavier

closed

still didn't come

knew that Arya had not figured it out. She could not help worrying about her. If she kept behaving like

bed alone, she thought a lot

know when she fell

took a taxi at the entrance of