Twins and Ex-wife
Chapter 158 He Want To Torture Mr. Fitzgerald

Dylan yelled like a pig being killed, and the people in the bar were directly frightened, and they forgot to stop Freya for a while.

It was the first time Freya had hurt someone so badly, and she was terrified. But tonight, she was destined to have no turning back. She didn't regret.

Dylan slammed Kiki away, he covered his shoulders, stared at Freya and yelled, "Stinky prostitute, how dare you hurt me! I'll kill you!"

Dylan grabbed a wine bottle and wanted to beat Freya. But his shoulder hurt so much that he crumpled to the ground as soon as he moved. "Kill this stinky bitch. Kill her!"

Dylan yelled at his men like a demon.

Freya waved the broken wine bottle in her hand, "Get away! I'll kill whoever comes!"

Seeing that Freya dared to resist, Dylan was so angry that he quickly got up from the ground, held the stool and smashed Freya hard.

The moment she avoided, a friend of Dylan's had snatched the wine bottle from her hand.

Seeing that Freya had no weapon, Dylan laughed ferociously, "Damn bitch!"

"Catch her!"

Several of Dylan's men pressed Freya to the ground together, and this time she really had no chance to resist.

Dylan moved, just pulling the wound on his shoulder, and his lips twitched in pain.

He took the half beer bottle that pierced his shoulder. He blew viciously on the beer bottle, and walked step by step towards Freya.

Tonight, Freya made him lose face. He had to torture her even more so that he could feel at ease.

"Dylan, what are you going to do?! Don't hurt Freya!"

Kiki was so anxious. She was really afraid that Dylan would stab the tip of the bottle in Freya's face in a frenzy. She wanted to stop Dylan, but she was directly thrown aside by Dylan's men, and she couldn't ge up.

Dylan crouched slowly on the ground, staring at Freya's face.

"What a beautiful face! Think about it. If I stick it in with this, will you become more pretty?"

Stuck the wine bottle in her face...

It must be false to say that she was not afraid at all. But Freya didn't want to show her timidity in front of someone like Dylan. She sneered, and immediately spat a mouthful of blood on Dylan's face. Dylan wiped the blood from his face, and he stared at Freya with gloomy eyes, "You really think I don't dare to kill you, do you?! I'll make you pay now!"

With what he said, Dylan stabbed the wine bottle in his hand into Freya's face.

"No!"

Kiki shouted heartbreakingly. Freya wanted to continue looking at Dylan with contempt. But she still didn't have the courage to watch her face get stabbed in the end, and she couldn't help but close her eyes. She thought that her face was destined to be ruined. Unexpectedly, the pain did not come. However, the sound of glass shattering sounded in front of her.

Freya opened her eyes suspiciously and found a sharp Swiss Army knife dropped in front of her. Apparently, the bottle was knocked down by that knife.

"Who?!"

Such a knife flew out of the sky, which shocked Dylan and made him lose face in front of his subordinates and friends. Dylan couldn't stand it anymore. He turned his face suddenly, and he couldn't care about the pain in his arm.

He glared fiercely, "Come out! I'm going to cut open your belly and see what you have today. How dare you go against me like this!"

As usual, when Dylan said he was going to fight, his friends would be excited.

Unexpectedly, this time, after he said this, the scene was silent. A buddy who was close to him also pulled his arm and shook head. Dylan instantly became irritable.

Dylan felt that he was being looked down upon, and he was even more angry. He raised his foot and kicked his drinking buddy away. "Come out! You idiot!"

Dylan rolled down his cuffs, looking like he was going to hit someone, "I must let you cry tonight!"

At the scene, Dylan's friends kept winking at him. However, Dylan was so irritable that he couldn't read the deep meaning in their eyes at all. He just felt that he had to save his face tonight because he was deflated one after another.

"Well, I'm waiting for you."

A low voice with invisible coercion made Dylan's body tremble uncontrollably. Thinking that he was shocked by the stinky boy, Dylan was so mad that he almost collapsed.

He shook his hair fiercely and wiped his nose, intending to torture the man in front of him to death. As soon as he looked up, when he met Mr. Fitzgerald's furious eyes, his fist froze instantly. "Mr. Fitzgerald......"

Dylan was smiling. He knew that his sister's boyfriend, Christ, had always had a good relationship with Mr. Fitzgerald. He didn't understand why Mr. Fitzgerald had a hard time with him tonight. "Mr. Fitzgerald, why didn't you tell me in advance when you came here tonight? Nice to meet you."

Mr. Fitzgerald usually didn't like to noisy places like a bar, but Christ insisted on invite him to drink together tonight.

Mr. Fitzgerald's fist tightened involuntarily. If he came later, the woman he loved would be raped by Dylan.

Freya was quite scared at first, but the moment she saw Mr. Fitzgerald, her heart suddenly settled down.

She knew that she and Kiki were safe.

Seeing that Mr. Fitzgerald did not speak, Dylan couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Thinking of something, he hurriedly said to Mr. Fitzgerald, "Mr. Fitzgerald, I bought two good-looking pussies tonight. If you like them, I can offer them to you!"

With that, he winked at his men and motioned to push Freya to Mr. Fitzgerald.000

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