My Fabulous Wife

Chapter 8

Chapter 008 Mogul's bad mood, your doomsday Before anyone could spot what had happened, that man had been banged onto the ground by Annette's over-the-shoulder throw.

The color of other dandies’ faces changed.

These megalomaniacs had never met with brush-off.

Staring at this woman who had just battered their friend, these men had their fists clutched.

"Catch her and give her a good lesson tonight!"

The head of the gang grated his teeth.

As the three men pounced on her, Annette still moved leisurely, just with a light sneer. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

She squinted with a chilly light shining in her pretty eyes.

You were seeking your doomsday.

A swift and powerful kick made the man in the front scrawling on the ground, unable to rise.

The fist dashing toward her was met with a cracking sound.

His carpal bone was smashed.

Another scream.

The fourth one was watching the other three lying on the ground.

His hair stood on end all of a sudden.

Having sensed the danger out of instinct, he staggered back and was about to run for his life, when he was grasped by a powerful strength at the neck and tossed onto the hood after seeing a light of extremely swift move through which he could never tell when and how Annette had approached.

With one leg treading on the hood and one eye lowered, Annette expressionlessly set her eyes on the man being pressed tightly by her.

Her eyes even showed a slight hint of evil redness just like blood.

The petrified man had collapsed and dared not to utter a single word, only trembling in cold sweat.

"You are quite a bold man."

Still being poker-faced, Annette exhibited her arrogance from the ascending corner of her eyes.

"I'm...sorry..."- The man’s voice quivered.

Looking at his face which was paled with fear, Annette chuckled lightly, "Now you’ve got to know how to behave yourself?"

"Y...yes..."

The man stammered.

Annette let go of the man, swung her long leg down to the ground and put her hands back into the pockets.

With a smile, Wancy looked at the men lying there who were painfully groaning.

He gave them a kick as his bonus.

"Careless! Why you guys are so unlucky to encounter us? And thinking about a shortcut that eventually brings you more pain to your already short path of life?"

His innocent voice added in some color of cynicism.

What a group of idiots that they should have dared to come head-to-head with his sister when she was not in the right mood! She was already being merciful that she didn’t beat them into a worse situation.

Annette took the lighter and cigarettes out from her pocket.

The cigarette was lit between her pretty fingers which were with thin calluses on them.

She then cast a causal look at the widely opened window of the private box on the second floor.

Her eyes stayed there for a second or two, and then she looked back.

She walked ahead at an even pace with monstrous self-conceit.

The three man in the private box of the second floor had watched the whole "match".

No, it couldn't be called a match, since One side was far from being able to "match"

the other.

Kellen and Ray just couldn't stop exclaiming.

"Aren't girls nowadays too excellent? "

Ray wore an inconceivable look, rubbing his jaw.

Kellen sighed, "Is that really a woman if she beats down a man who is six-feet tall with only one simple kick?"

Waynett wore a light smile on his mouth yet his eyes remained cold amongst the smoke rising from his fingers, tracing along the direction of Annette.

Young as she was, how come she was already an old smoker! That was what was in his mind.

Daisy was in grade 12.

She went out of her study after finishing her homework, when she saw two strangers going up to the third floor, among whom the girl had an striking face.

Daisy paused for a second.

"Who are they, Mom?"

She asked Willow, who was bringing her the snack.

Willow's eyes swept through the third floor.

"Guests of your dad."

"How could Dad's guests be like that?"

Daisy frowned.

"Don't tell me it's some poor cousins coming to share our wealth."