Chapter 22: You Asked for It Yourself_1
"Mr. Bo, either divorce me or—spend your life under a hat of shame!"
"You're dead meat once I catch you."
"Afraid of you? Come on, I'm waiting for you." Li Qiyu blew a kiss to her phone screen and hung up.
Bo Yeyuan angrily smashed his phone to the ground and pressed a hand to his temple, having never lost composure like this before.
Very well, Li Qiyu, she had crossed his bottom line, the woman in this world best at challenging his authority!
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Two rows of bodyguards, in synchronized steps, neatly and uniformly surrounded the entrance of the Champagne bathhouse.
Emperor-like, the man strode across the mosaic-tiled floor into the bathhouse.
Grey-blue suede desert boots, Oxford pants, British-style uniform…
Handsome enough to catch everyone's eye.
The wild aura he exuded was thick with the smell of blood.