“Divorce me please, if you want me to transfer blood to that woman.” Janette Swan said lightly, without any nostalgia on her face. Shane Graham pinched Janette’s chin and asked her with a serious voice, “Three years ago, did you really love me and wanted to marry me regardless of your own life and death?” “Yes, I have been loving you sincerely without betrayal, but what did you do in return? Made me lose my baby? Threatened me with my father’s life? Or humiliated me while giving your approval to

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A knock sounded at the door and Marcus Philips said, "Come in." When Quintus came into the room, Marcus had already put down his papers.


"Grandfather!" Quintus said, the gold-rimmed eyes once again resting on top of the bridge of his nose in a respectful, he now looked respectful and gentle.


Marcus didn't say anything. The metallic note box was thrown directly at Quintus's head. Quintus didn't dodge. Even if the heavy metal box broke his head, he didn't say a word. The blood flowed down his forehead with a smell of fishy and sweet.


"Tell me, what do you think?" Asked Marcus Philips.


"Nothing for now!" Quintus answered honestly.


"Bullshit, is that a practice of not having any ideas? I think you could say a lot it in the banquet hall today. Dragging your sister-in-law to leave, you're disgraceful and conspicuous... " Marcus Philips scolded. The more he scolded, the more angry he was!


Chapter 113 Bad jokes