Millionaire In Love With Me

After Margarita Jones shouted and could not hear any movement in the room, she subconsciously reached out and unscrewed the door handle to enter the room, “Scales Aaron, did I call you …”

The three words ‘hear you’ did not have time to shout out, Margarita Jones found no Scales Aaron people in the bedroom.

Just like Madame Cheal, vanished into thin air.

Margarita Jones’ mind went blank briefly, but she still rushed to the bathroom and kicked the door open.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

This time, she didn’t even shout Scales Aaron’s name, because she was almost sure there would be no Scales Aaron inside.

As expected, there was no one in the bathroom.

The sound of gunfire in the courtyard disappeared as she came downstairs, and when she ran out into the courtyard she found several of her brothers lying on the ground, some whimpering in pain, others motionless, unconscious or out of breath.

At that moment, Danny turned back from the villa door, his white suit stained with blood, which looked particularly solid in the light.

“Where are they?”

Margarita Jones jogged up to Danny and asked.

“They got away, Lancaster went after them with a few brothers.” Danny’s eyebrows knitted together, “They pulled out after a few minutes of firefighting with some brothers in the courtyard, I was worried about you so …”

Not waiting for him to finish his sentence, Margarita Jones said, “Scales Aaron and Madame Cheal are both missing.”

“What?”

Danny exclaimed, raising a hand to push the glasses on the bridge of his nose, “Damn, I said what is their intention of bluffing.” With those words, he turned around and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

“What are you doing there?” Margarita Jones shouted.

“I’m going down the hill to find them, you keep watch here.” Danny glanced back at her and warned, “Don’t tell Vivian about them yet.”

“I know.” Margarita Jones nodded, “Call me if you need anything.”

She stood and watched Danny walk away, clutching the gun in her hand, her heart sinking and sinking.

“Ms. Margarita, there are still three alive, what do we do with them?”

A young man came over and stood behind her and asked.

When she heard that there were still alive, Margarita Jones’ eyes narrowed slightly and she turned around and asked, “Where is he?”

“There.”

The little brother pointed to the men who were being controlled by several injured brothers, who could only be seen from a distance in loose black uniforms with dyed blonde hair.

Margarita Jones stepped over, and it wasn’t until she got closer that she realized that one of the three seriously injured men was Chinese, and the other two had short blond hair, turquoise blue eyes, and deep, three-dimensional features, the standard gringo.

“Who sent you here?”

If she had thought the other party was Nathanael Lora’s people just now, then at this moment, seeing the people in front of her, she felt that she was very wrong.

After returning home with Vivian, the identities of all her enemies Margarita Jones knew all too well.

Foreigners?

Antina?

Other than her, Margarita Jones couldn’t think of anyone else.

“Hmph, taking money from people and doing things for them, trying to make me sell my master, never!” The black-haired Chinese snorted coldly, sparingly kneeling on the ground in an unyielding stance.

Margarita Jones red lips tugged and smiled blandly, “You don’t say yes? Well, then I’ll give you both a chance now.” She pointed at the two gringos with a bit of a threat.

The two foreigners glanced at Margarita Jones with contempt in their eyes.

They both expressed their attitude with silence.

“Mud, you are in our hands and you are still so arrogant!” The junior who spoke to Margarita Jones just now was named Caldwell, seeing their arrogant appearance, he was angry and kicked over, “I’m afraid you guys are not tired of living.”