Chapter 95

As he thought about Fanny, Michel’s mind drifted back to the scene where she shot Mr. Aiden. He is very proud of her.

Smiling, he recalled her words earlier. Yeah, he’s about to do his worst.

After all, his woman spoke, and her desire was his command.

Out of his thoughts, Michel saw Charles approaching Mr. Aiden. Punch, kick, hit, and cut.

Mr. Aiden was already a mess, but now he can’t figure it out. The smell of blood was heavy in the air, but they were used to it.

Michel raised his hand, signaling Charles to stop his attack. He gasped, his eyes glaring at Michel.

“Vengo, get me the gun, will you?” He calmly ordered.

Sometimes, calmness is just as deadly.

Charles grabbed Mr. Aiden and pulled his head back. He whimpered in pain as Michel gasped.

He shivered and twisted, trying to run away, but he knew what was coming. No way out. Not this time.

Charles pushed him back as Michel gripped his jaw tightly in his hand, Michel’s