"She is my woman, and she refuses!"
The declaration of dominance echoed continuously in the banquet hall, like deafening thunder.
Under the shining golden sunlight, Bob Smith strode into the hall with Linda on his back.
He looked like a golden killing god, exuding a terrifying aura that enveloped everyone in the banquet hall.
Countless people felt their scalp tingling, as if they couldn't help but kneel down involuntarily.
"Is he... that damn man..."
Lily Jones was dumbfounded, her whole being stupefied.
In the past six years, she had dreamt of this figure more than once, but everything shattered when she woke up.
In the past six years, she had called out for this person to appear more than once, but it was always in vain.
Gradually, her heart turned completely cold.
No more hope
