Chapter 4

"Bastard!"

Amos Sari growled low, his eyes like wolves fixed on the two ahead, wishing he could split Gars Bol in half.

Zona Lawrence, she was Amos Sari's woman!

But Amos Sari forgot that he already had a fiancée, and that he had already ended it with Zona Lawrence.

Amos Sari was furious, storming up to the two of them, forcefully pulling away Gales 's hand, and then throwing a punch.

Gales had also been raised with elite education since childhood, and immediately returned a punch.

The two of them were red-eyed, neither giving way.

“Mr. Qiao, that’s not quite right, hitting me for Zona? But weren’t you once very serious about breaking up with Zona and swearing to make her look bad?”

Amos Sari’s eyes flashed as he wiped the blood from his corner of the mouth, then fixed on Zona Lawrence, saying word by word: “She, doesn’t deserve my concern. If it weren’t for the sake of Wanda, what would I have to do with her!”

Zona Lawrence didn't know what she felt either, her heart was already torn to shreds.

"Amos Sari, I hope you remember what I said today."

Gales Bower had a black eye on his cheek, turning to take Zona Lawrence away, but before he could take two steps, his arm went numb, and the woman in his hand was violently dragged away.

“Crack!” Zona Lawrence cried in pain, but Amos Sari didn't care at all; instead, he curled his lips into a fierce expression, “Mr. Huo, even if it's the trashy shoes I threw away, you don't have the right to touch them.”

Zona Lawrence, who had been dragged, had already suffered enough today. Her body trembled, her mouth pressed tight as pain shot through her wrist.

The struggle between the two men did not stop, just now Amos Sari was at a disadvantage, but now, she heard a sneer from the man beside her, then a cold voice, "Mr., I warn you, if you still want to be exiled abroad, you can do as you please!"

Gars heard this, his deep affection suddenly shifted.

His cool handsome demeanor could no longer be maintained, because he knew that Amos Sari was telling the truth.

His fists clenched at his cuffs, he managed to suppress the urge to strike.

He glanced deeply at the pale Zona Lawrence, then turned and left.

Watching Gars Bol's forlorn figure, Amos Sari smiled, then grabbed the silent Qiao Chenyu and walked out, as for Wanda Lawrence, he just waved and handed her over to his subordinates.

Wanda Lawrence was pushed away by Amos Sari, her expression already looked terrible, but now, Amos Sari who promised to take her home let go, instead taking Zona Lawrence back.

She was furious.

Zona Lawrence, whose wrists were restrained, felt the gaze coming from behind, and struggled even harder to break free from Amos Sari's confinement.

But as Amos Sari's grip tightened, Zona Lawrence's cries of pain became louder.

Too afraid to provoke Amos Sari anymore, Zona Lawrence stumbled out of the bar Amos Sari.

“Sit down!” He coldly tossed out these words and climbed into the car by himself. Zona Lawrence still wanted to run, and Amos Sari threatened her, “If you dare to run, I’ll cut off your mother’s medicine.”

Zona Lawrence swallowed her saliva and got into the car honestly, nervously watching Amos Sari drive with a drunk expression. She couldn't help but want to speak several times, but restrained herself each time.

She had no standing to interfere now.

The car sped rapidly. Zona Lawrence hadn't sat in a car this fast in 5 years. Even 5 years ago, when Amos Sari showed concern and care for her, he drove as slowly as a snail. But now—

The car came to a stop. Zona Lawrence couldn’t hold back her nausea. She bent over a tree root and vomited violently.

Her chest heaved with emotion. Just as she felt a little better, the hand on the back of her neck pulled her forcefully toward the third floor of the villa.

All the servants stared at her with strange looks. Zona Lawrence closed her eyes in despair, watching helplessly as she was thrown onto the bed.

The man looked down from a height, cold as the Ashura King, his voice hoarse yet speaking the most merciless words, "Zona Lawrence, you want money? Sleep with me, and I'll give you money! Otherwise—"

The next words, Amos Sari didn't say, but she knew, Amos Sari was threatening her with his mother.

The pain in Zona Lawrence's wrist became even more intense, even causing her temples to twitch.