Reborn Hot Wife

Whit Ben was fed exhaust gas through his mouth, coughed a few times, and shook his head.

He was just thinking about how to explain to seven masters when He noticed him approaching from afar.

His entire body was wrapped in cold killing breath as he emerged from the hospital, and those passing by did not dare to look at him any farther.

Whit Ben walked over with a straight face : “Seven maste.”

“The automobile is approaching,” William says coldly.

Whit Ben drove the car to the main entrance and assisted William in pushing the door open from inside.

But William proceeded to the back seat, opened the door, and slid into the vehicle.

Whit Ben started the engine and asked, “How’s Zero One?”

He instantly remembered something after asking. In horror, he peered in the rearview mirror, only to see William sitting calmly, his thin lips squeezed into a straight line, and he didn’t mean to open his mouth.

He quickly shifted his attention back to driving, but he didn’t dare to say anything stupid.

After a long period, a frigid voice from the back seat said, “Go to the garden picturesque area.”

“Good.” Whit Ben twisted the wheel and drove.

Beautiful garden

The small girl, who was laying on the sofa and dressed simply, talked on the phone with Eva Black.

She was recently in a terrible mood and didn’t dress up much. She merely sat at home, staring at the clock on the wall.

The dark department will be dealing with a Mary Kinson in no time.

With this in mind, she gripped the token even more tightly in her palm.

A parking sound was heard outside the courtyard door. She hung up the phone and stood up, perplexed.

She gazed down as she walked barefoot to the window.

She noticed a row of parked Lincolns in front of the courtyard, and the middle door was the first to open. After William stepped out of the car, individuals in uniform and with black umbrellas from multiple luxury automobiles arrived at the same moment.

William took the lead, his body frigid and his lips tight.

Jojo’s fists were clinched and frantic on the windowsill.

She assumed that since she had decided to kill Mary Kinson, William would come to find her. She sighed in relief, but her eyes blinked fast, making it difficult to conceal her palpitation.

The friction between neat leather shoes and the earth appeared outside the door in about two minutes.

Jojo’s throat was dry, and he was frozen in place, unsure how to move.

There was no knock, and the door was opened completely by people. The man in the center had arched eyebrows. When he swept his gaze over her, his eyes seemed to emerge from the icehouse, like an ice skate on her face.

“Search,” his voice sounded frigid.

Words fell, and the guys surrounding him, clad in military, entered the house without a word and began rummaging through the boxes directly, destroying Jojo’s home.

The sound of flipping things over among them was like thunder, making Jojo’s hands shiver.

William is seated in the middle of the sofa, his skinny legs crossed, his eyes dropping, and his massive palms on the sofa’s edge.

After a while, those persons approached him and reported the status of the search: “Seven masters, I didn’t discover anything.”

“No.”

“There is no on the second story, and it is clean.”

William slowly raised his eyes, and his dark eagle eyes gleamed with frigid light as he strode contemptuously to Jojo, who stood on the windowsill.

“William… what are you looking for in my house?” Jojo asked, her back straight and her voice trembling.

William turned away from her and said, coldly, “Search her.”

Jojo has her eyes wide open. She is now dressed in pajamas, not undergarments.

Isn’t it degrading  to allow a number of men search her?

She retreated with her hands on her shoulders, pushing her body square into the chilly window: “No way! You must not allow them to touch me!”

William’s face is icy, and his eyes are downcast.

Without hesitation, everyone surrounded Jojo in less than two seconds. Too many cooks clutched her arms, waist, and legs…

“Don’t! Get out of here, don’t touch me! Get the hell out of here!” Jojo’s shame tears poured directly down her cheeks, and her hair was soiled all over her face in the process of resistance, leaving her embarrassed and helpless.

Her tears were ignored by the men in the room.

“I discovered it.”

It was discovered, but Jojo still held it tightly in her grip.

Several males are unable to break her palm.

William rose to his feet and approached them.

Her teary eyes only mirrored him.

Men erected Jojo’s frail frame and raised her right hand, but she was tightly gripped.

“Brother William… I… I’m in pain,” she said, the tip of her nose crimson.

None of the men touched her lightly. When she was searched, it appeared that pliers were clamped on her body. They were tender and hurtful to her, especially her right finger, which appeared to be on the verge of breaking.

“In her right hand, I only touched it, but she clutched it too tightly to break it off,” the man on the right claimed.

William has eagle eyes that are deep and emotionless. With her huge hand, she grabbed Jojo’s right hand and pressed her fingers into her palm.

His knuckles were naturally enormous, and when his large hands were open, they seemed to contain all of the power, and his strength was incredible.

It was now bigger than those men. Jojo fought the urge to tighten, but his index finger was still shattered, and a crisp sound was heard between joints.

Severe pain penetrated, causing her tears to flow more freely and her throat to sob incessantly: “Pain, you harm me, brother William, don’t…”

William’s eyelashes did not flutter, her eyes were as heavy as flames, and she turned a deaf ear to her crying, only increasing her power.

Finally, he fully broke Jojo’s right hand.

William took the token in her palm and ran her thumb down the edge of it, trying to figure it out.

Getting something, a few men let go of Jojo.

She boldly extended her hand to seize what William was holding.

William’s body shape opened sideways, causing her to leap into the air.

Jojo stumbled and fell to the ground because she was unbalanced. Tears had already obscured her vision, and she was losing sight of the man in front of her.

“You are not permitted to take my token! It was given to me by my grandfather!”

He great-grandfather guided and assisted William as he began to establish the dark department in Canada

When constructing tokens, William produced an extra one for Grandpa  to share the dark guard.

William almost forgot about this token after many years, after Jojo’sGrandpa  died.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

He didn’t remember Mary Kinson almost having an accident until today

A simple oversight nearly killed her.

William elevated the eagle’s eyes coldly while gripping the token between his thumb and forefinger and bending it to deformation.

The substance used to make the token is extremely valuable, and it is often difficult to alter it. William has incredible hand strength.

That symbol is analogous to Jojo’s truthfulness, which is gradually squashed into a ball, and her heart-wrenching sorrow causes her to become practically breathless.

She sat on the ground and crept towards him, one step at a time.

“Do not, do not… Please, William, don’t…”

She realizes that the destruction of tokens indicates that William and Grandpa ‘s relations are stopped.