Millionaire In Love With Me

The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are getting into.

Mike Cheal really lusted after Yara Sain’s sexy and hot body, plus the innocent skin, simply made him fall in love.

“Yara.”

He leaned leisurely on the mahogany chair, raised his finger and pointed at Angelo, “Kill her.”

The light-hearted attitude, but the three women were shocked.

Vivian willow eyebrows wrinkled, the heart of seven, simply can not understand the attitude of Yara Sain.

Angelo held a gun and pointed at Yara Sain, “If you dare to do it, I will definitely pull you to bury with me!”

The sudden change in the situation is really outside Angelo’s expectations, but because of Vivian’s sake, she did not dare to act rashly, afraid to provoke Yara Sain, will also harm Vivian.

Adequate

Yara Sain, who was stunned for two seconds, suddenly came back to her senses. She was facing Angelo sideways and glanced at Mike Cheal, who was sitting not far away, out of the corner of her eye, and her fingers tightened as she held the gun.

To kill Angelo?

Bang–!

A sudden gunshot echoed in the living room, the sound was clear to the ears and shook the ears.

“Well …”

A gunshot sound fell, accompanied by a light cry, Angelo covered her abdomen and stumbled back a few steps, but her gun was pointed at Yara Sain, pulled the trigger, and fired two shots with a bang.

“Ah!”

One shot missed, and the other hit Yara Sain’s left arm, grazing past the edge of it.

Seeing this, Vivian quickly reacted, kicked Yara Sain away, leapt to Angelo’s side to hold her up, and then took the pistol and pointed it at Mike Cheal, “Nobody move!”Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

It all happened so fast, in a flash.

Vivian held Angelo, who was seriously wounded, and pointed the gun at Mike Cheal with one hand; Yara Sain was kicked to the ground and hit her head hard on the corner of the table, spilling blood.

A dozen or so bodyguards poured forward at the door, pointing their guns at Vivian and Angelo.

“Pop, pop, pop!”

Mike Cheal applauded, “Hahahaha, that was pretty good. Not bad for a Morris woman, quick enough.” With that, she got up and slowly walked over to Yara Sain who had fallen to the ground, “Yara, is everything okay?”

He helped her up and reached out to touch her injured arm, “Tsk, it’s bleeding, it hurts me.”

He said, leaning over and kissing her pale face, “Kiss, it doesn’t hurt anymore, good boy.”

Yara Sain leaned into Mike Cheal’s arms, as weak as a puddle of water.

“Sit down for a while.” Mike Cheal helped her sit in the chair and shouted to the door, “Hurry up and get the family doctor over here, look how my Yara is hurt, damn it.”

“Yes, Seventh Master.” A bodyguard at the door answered and immediately turned around and left the courtyard to find a doctor.

“Yara Sain, you are hopeless!” Vivian was angry and helpless, and took another look at the dozen of bodyguards at the door, and finally dropped the gun in his hand on the ground, “Mike Cheal, you are a smart man, hurting a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred is not a smart man’s way. I can sign a contract with you, but you must let go of my ‘father’ and Angelo.”

At this moment, Angelo’s hand covered his abdomen, but the blood from the wound was like a fountain, spilling out along his fingers, and he could not stop it.

“Didn’t ask …”

Mike Cheal that ‘no problem’ has not had time to finish the sentence, the phone placed on a side table rang.

He helped Yara Sain lean back, “You sit down for a while, I’ll take a call.”

Mike Cheal didn’t know who it was, but if it was early in the morning, it wasn’t going to be a boring sales pitch.

“Who is it?”

He asked when he answered the phone.

“What? What do you mean?!” Mike Cheal’s clear, crisp eyes swept a glance at Vivian and waved a hand at the bodyguards, signaling them to keep an eye on Vivian.