Mr. & Mrs.

Hearing what he said, the tears in Maisy's eyes slid down the corners of her eyes. She was totally disappointed in him, "Alex, believe it or not, I had never forced Grandpa to let you marry me. Remember and never regret what you said today."

Just when Maisy got out of the car, she saw a red Porsche stopping in front of her and a glamorous woman getting out of the car.

The coquettish woman got directly into Alex's car.

Upon seeing this, Maisy stood there desperately. Within a short while, the woman's sound and the man's heavy breathing were heard from the black Bentley. The car body shook violently.

Maisy's face was pale to the extreme. Her slender body seemed to be about to fall down like autumn leaves.

At this time, a jewel-black Rolls-Royce drove past her. But only after a while, the Rolls-Royce came back and stopped beside her. The handsome man in the car was exactly Austin.

The ambiguous gasps in the car clearly passed into his

slightly. His indifferent keen eyes fell on the trembling Maisy. He pushed the car door

Her tearful eyes stared at Austin in the car without focus. Her slender fingers pointed at the shaking Bentley. She almost cried out. Then she laughed at herself and said, "Hehe... Is it ridiculous? Your brother, my husband is now having

He frowned and stretched out to pull Maisy into the

you doing?" Maisy

car expressionlessly. His narrow eyes were deep and

squinted, "I want to get off the car. I don't need your kindness. You men are all bad. You’re

the brakes. His indifferent gaze was sharp. His thin lips pressed lightly, "Say what

saw that he stopped the car suddenly and his expression was cold and hostile,