"You have no idea what kind of bitch she is... !"
Before he could finish his words, he was kicked by Richie several more times. He raised his leg and
directly kicked that man. His face was calm and somewhat cold.
Even Consuela, who was watching beside them, couldn't help but shout, "stop it!"
She thought that he would cause trouble sooner or later if he beat him like this.
Richie didn't reply, but stopped obediently.
Before Harry could react, he was clapped on the face by Richie. Smiling on his face, and darkness
flashed in his eyes, which made people scared.
"If you like to stay on the headlines forever, then keep your mouth bad." He bent his lips and loosened
his collar, but didn't make any reaction as he saw Harry fall to the ground.
Putting his hands on his injured belly, Harry gritted his teeth and raised his head, asking, "Who the hell
are you?"
No one answered him. Richie pulled his sleeve, snorted coldly and walked outside.
However, a happy smile crept over Sheryl's face. As a matter of fact, she regarded Richie as the
perfect husband in the world.
His evil smile and his heroic spirit made her heart skip a beat.
On the contrary, the man on the other side, collapsed on the ground. Sheryl's eyes were filled with
disgust. When Richie passed her, she quickly adjusted her expression.
However, Harry, who had no one to talk to anymore, was completely shocked. He knew very well what
the man said, which was the person who made his company fall into the center of trouble.
But he also felt that this man looked familiar. He wanted to think about his identity carefully, but he
couldn't figure out who he was.
He must be in a position of power.
Richie walked away, grabbed the woman's wrist, and left directly. He didn't look very happy, even
though he had beaten that man so hard.
"Hey..." Consuela said in a low voice as she was dragged away.
The temper of the man was still unchanged, which made her feel helpless.
The place where Richie's hand was pulling her wrist just happened to be the place where Harry pulled
her hand, which had turned blue. She felt great pain as she was pulled by him so hard.
However, she bowed her head and was not going to cry out of pain. She thought he deserved it when
she saw Harry just now, but she also sympathized with Harry as a poor man.
Some first impression would always be deeply rooted in the heart of the people, no matter what kind of
relationship it would be later.
When she was about to turn around and take one more look, she was stumbled by something all of a
sudden. As she leaned forward, she fell into the familiar embrace and smelled the familiar mint
fragrance.
Letting out a long sigh, she closed her eyes and felt helpless.
Richie lifted her chin and asked with a faint smile, "why do you feel sorry for your little lover?"
The anger in his eyes was obvious. She knew that running away from reality wouldn't help solve any
problems. There were only two kinds of results to escape from the problem at this time. She would
either be left behind, or provoked him angry.
"No, I'm just worried that it might be difficult for you to deal with it." Answered Consuela with a smile,
blinking her eyes.
But the man just looked up at her with a fake smile and pushed her away gently with his hand still on
her wrist.
He wouldn't believe it. No matter what she said, he wouldn't believe it.
The box was in a mess in the place where Harry was. Everything remained as clean as before in other
parts of the bot. Even the dishes on the table were not used.
Sheryl was still obsessed with the fighting skills of Richie. It was not that Harry wanted to cause trouble,
but that he was not strong enough to fight back at all.
"Cough..." The woman's attention was drawn by the fierce coughing of Harry, who was still sitting on
the ground.
His face was full of frustration, but what he said was just too hurtful, "Help me to the hospital."
Sheryl rolled her eyes at the man. Smiling, she walked up to him and said, "I'll call the ambulance.
Please bear it first."
Strangely, the door of the box was open, but no one came to watch the fun. She struggled to move him
out and met a waiter outside the long corridor.
She reluctantly sent the man out. Seeing that he was so badly ill, she really wanted to leave directly,
but she couldn't. For her plan, this man couldn't be solved for the time being.
Once they got out of the box, she took out a pair of large dark brown sunglasses from the handbag and
put them on, fearing that she would be recognized.
Harry's face was remembered by most people. If she did not want to be on the headline with him, she
had to try to keep a low profile.
The ambulance arrived soon, and Harry was put on the stretcher, and the news of his hospitalization
was reported as soon as they entered the hospital.
Fortunately, the man fainted because of the pain. Otherwise, he would have been furious when he saw
the news.
At the thought of the face she had been fascinated with, Sheryl was in a good mood.
It was just that the relationship between that man and Consuela seemed really close.
Consuela was dragged into the car. The man was ready to drive without saying a word. The
atmosphere was still depressing. She sighed helplessly.
When she turned around, her hand hit something hard and she gasped. It was just a bruise. Why did it
hurt so much.
Perhaps it was because there was too much silence in the car. She shouted a bit loud. The man
stopped the car and turned his head doubtfully, looking at the side face of the person who was trying
hard to endure.
Pursing his lips, he asked in a cold voice with inexplicable anger, not saving her face, "What the hell
are you screaming for?"
His perfunctory response made Consuela feel uncomfortable. Consuela turned to look at him and
sneered, then she withdrew her hand.
If he saw that, he might even laugh at her as a joke.
She made her bed, let her lie in it. To have a private conversation with that man, she was totally out of
her mind. She was just being abnormal to the extreme anyway.
"It's none of your business." She smiled, with her eyes filled with unspeakable helplessness. In order to
improve trust, she also shrugged her shoulders to show that it was OK.
Thanks to Richie's good eyesight, he could sense her displeasure. He pouted and said, "I don't care
about you. Who cares about you? Is that the sister of an enemy or a friend? "
Since Sheryl had sneaked out of the door and stood in front of it, he had suspected something was
wrong. It never occurred to him that she would be Consuela's sister.
She should be the daughter of an uncle or aunt. After all, they don't look like each other. Moreover, that
person's attitude towards her was really unpredictable.
"About my sister? She's good to me."
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