Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 115 Neal Galan: She Is My Fiancée...
As he spoke, Virgil Davies’s long, powerful hand moved down, tearing Shirley’s clothes off.
Shirley wrapped her arms around Virgil Davies’s neck, whispering sweetly in his ear, "Sir, it’s an honor for Shirley to be liked by you."
This woman named Shirley had been by Virgil Davies’s side for three months already.
During these three months, she had witnessed too many people die at Virgil Davies’s hands.
Seen too much of Virgil Davies’s bloody and cruel side.
She was afraid of Virgil Davies.
Afraid that she might inadvertently anger him and meet a bad end.
Yet, at the same time, she loved him.
He was so handsome and charming, the most wickedly alluring man she had ever seen in the underground gambling den.
He was the high king, the king of the underground gambling den, her king.
She willingly kneeled beneath him, eagerly obeying him.
However, just as her soft, boneless hand slid down towards the man’s abs, Virgil Davies grabbed it.
Ruthlessly, he pushed her off him, his cold voice sounding, "Shirley, bring up the man in the blue suit downstairs."
Shirley got up from the floor and followed Virgil Davies’s gaze outside.
Not far away in the hall on the first floor, a man in a blue suit was cheating.
"Huh, daring to cause trouble in the master’s den, he really isn’t tired of living," Shirley muttered before heading out.
Virgil Davies glanced at her torn clothes, or rather, the shredded fabric, and called her back, "Shirley, you stay."
Then, he looked at the man kneeling on the other side of him, "Evelyn, you go."
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Before long, Evelyn brought in the man in the blue suit.
As soon as he was brought up, the man knew he was finished.
Without waiting for Virgil Davies to speak, he knelt straight to the ground, begging, "Grandfather Davies, I was wrong, please don’t hold it against me and spare me this time."
Virgil Davies hugged Shirley, who had settled back into his embrace, "Shirley, do you think I should spare him?"
With Virgil Davies’s question, the man’s gaze moved to Shirley.
The woman’s sensual, fiery body was half-revealed, mostly exposed before the man’s eyes.
Instinctively, the man took another look.
Noticing the man’s gaze lingering, Virgil Davies’s long fingers slightly lifted Shirley’s chin, smiling without mirth at her, "Shirley, he seems to be looking at you. You know, the master’s things are never liked being coveted. If anyone covets them, the master will only destroy them."
Having said that, he looked at the trembling woman in his arms, and asked gently, "Shirley, what do you think the master should do?"
It wasn’t Shirley’s first time seeing Virgil Davies handle someone.
Having been by Virgil Davies’s side for three months, she was already steeped in blood.
She smiled sweetly, even while trembling, yet looking extremely beautiful, "Master, Shirley won’t let anyone tarnish the master’s things."
After speaking, she got off Virgil Davies and skillfully reached for a sharp dagger, slowly approaching the man kneeling on the ground.
The man widened his eyes in horror, "What, what are you going to do?"
Shirley looked at the man, speaking without any emotional burden, "Your eyes have seen something they shouldn’t have. I’m here to take them out."
The man was terrified, continually retreating on his knees, "No!"
Virgil Davies suddenly produced a black gun from somewhere, pointing it at the man’s head from afar, "Don’t move, or my gun might accidentally fire."
The man dared not move again.
"Ah! ..." A harsh, chilling scream rang out as Shirley literally gouged out both of the man’s eyes.
Virgil Davies looked at Shirley’s blood-soaked hands and laughed contentedly, "Haha... Shirley, come here."
Shirley placed the man’s eyes in his hands, "Hold this, this is what happens when you look at things you shouldn’t."
After speaking, she walked over to Virgil Davies.
Virgil Davies hugged Shirley tightly, pressing her hard against him, roughly instructing Evelyn, "Evelyn, take him out and deal with him the usual way."
Evelyn responded, "Yes!"
Then dragged the eyeless man out.
The old rule of the underground gambling den, anyone caught cheating here must have both hands chopped off.
Such a man, who had just had his eyes gouged out, having both hands chopped off, his fate seemed all too clear.
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River City.
Today the sun was warm, the breeze gentle, an ideal day for a date.
Early this morning, Neal Galan had arranged with Melody Parker to take her to see his grandfather.
Melody Parker agreed to Neal Galan’s invitation, planned to go to his grandfather’s in the afternoon.
At five in the afternoon, Neal Galan, dressed in a white T-shirt and deep blue jeans, picked up Melody Parker who wore an ivory long dress.
Ten minutes later, they appeared together before the grandfather of the Galan Estate.
Seeing Melody Parker, the old man was overjoyed, his aged face creased with laughter.
His kind eyes were fixed on this girl, as beautiful as a fairy, who had captured his grandson’s heart, smiling and beckoning, "Child, come sit, come sit."
Melody Parker smiled, composed and graceful, taking a seat in front of the grandfather of the Galan Estate, "Thank you, Grandpa."
"Good, good, good." The old man laughed heartily, "No wonder she’s my granddaughter-in-law, so pretty, graceful, and sensible."
Melody Parker: Grandpa, is it really okay to praise me like this?
Aren’t you afraid of me getting arrogant?
Melody Parker’s lips curved into a fitting smile, she looked at the elder and humbly said, "Grandpa, I’m not as good as you say."
"When Grandpa says you are, you are." The old man stubbornly said, then looked at Melody Parker, asking like an interrogation, "Girl, what’s your name? Is there anyone else in your family?"
Before Melody Parker could speak, Neal Galan answered for her, "Grandpa, aren’t you getting really senile? Didn’t I tell you about Melody’s situation before she came?"
The Grandfather of the Galan Estate glared at Neal Galan, scolding, "Brat, keep quiet, can’t you see Grandpa is trying to build a relationship with Melody?"
Neal Galan: Couldn’t really see that.
Seriously, Grandpa, isn’t your way of building relationships a bit... unconventional?
I clearly told you Melody’s name, and yet you ask this, is forced chatting really okay?
After scolding Neal Galan, the old man no longer looked at him, continuing his inquiry with Melody Parker, "Melody, how old are you this year? How long have you been with this useless kid of mine?"
Melody Parker looked at the mischievous grandfather of the Galan Estate and answered his questions with a smile, "Grandpa, I’m twenty-three this year, and I’ve known Neal for four years."
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