He Is My Husband

Like a deflated ball, the man picked up the phone with his arrogance gone. His fellows were not allowed to take action again.

Serina hurriedly ran towards Derek whose face was covered in blood and he had fainted.

Twenty minutes later, a few black cars were driven over and lined up.

The man in a windbreaker, who had been arrogant just now, stood respectfully with his head lowered, as if he was welcoming the arrival of a big shot.

The first to get out of the car was a weather-worn and charming man in his fifties.

He then opened the door, and a woman got off.

She was wearing a black female suit, paired with a white shirt, and a black professional dress.

She was dressed in an elegant, noble, and heroic manner. No one could see a trace of the passage of time on her face.

She was Yolanda Gill, the president of the Benevolence and Justice Society in S City.

The man who got off the car first smiled brightly at Serina as he saw her. He was Ryker Bailey, Yolanda's right-hand man.