Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

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The man in the wheelchair put one hand on the armrest, his fingers tapped on the railing, and his movements were quick and fierce. "I told you before that it's okay to play with women. Play cleanly. You know that the kid of the Li chaebol every day. Staring at us, you dare to cause trouble for me at this time. You said how should I punish you?"

Fick buried his head, and the big man of eighty meters seemed unable to lift his head in front of him, "Subordinates are at their disposal."

"Humph!" Wesley snorted coldly, his sullen eyes fell on him, as if looking at a dead man, "You have caused such a disaster, and I can't take your life too far."

Fick trembled and continued to kneel on the ground without daring to intercede for himself.

Who doesn't know that Zero hates pleading the most. To be honest, he might be able to die more easily, "Damn it, subordinates!"

"You **** it, it's not enough to die once!" Wesley angered a little, and raised his thin eyebrows. "Where is that little star, have you caught it?"

He received internal information that the Li family only submitted part of the data to it, and it is not yet certain whether the kid still holds the data in his hand.

If they had finished responding, the kid would take out another copy, and they would be caught off guard and too passive. The most urgent task now is to figure out how much data Fick has been stolen!

"Damn it, subordinates." Fick mentioned the egret, gritted his teeth, "Egret is surrounded by many bodyguards from the family. In addition, there are people from the prosecutor's office who are protecting them. If I forcibly take people away, the prosecutor's office People in the group will not easily let go of the group. So I have never dared to do it."

"Oh, I had expected that it would not be so easy. You would stupidly give others a chance when everyone is like you. He will definitely protect the witnesses and not let us take them away." Wesley said, "I knew it" With a cold smile on the corners of his mouth, his eyelids drooped, he took out a muffler gun from the wheelchair and shot it at the kneeling man, "Boom!"

There was a muffled sound.

"Ah, zero." The man screamed while holding his leg, blood splattered.

Wesley didn't seem to see the horrible situation in the room. He didn't even lift his eyelids. He waved his hand to the lean bodyguard behind him, motioning him to drag the person out, "I should have shot you through the head. Anyway, for the sake of having been with me for decades, I only scrapped your leg. Give your account book to your second child, and you will have a good rest in the future. You don’t need to do complicated things."

Fick held his leg and panicked and begged for mercy, "Zero, I was wrong, please give me another chance, I promise I won't make any more mistakes. Zero..."

The job of doing them is all about licking blood on the edge of the knife. How high he stood before, there are as many enemies around him! He is going to be abandoned by Zero, and those people will definitely make him worse than death. He might as well be killed by a shot!

"Zero, I was wrong, please...give me another chance...I swear...I use my life to assure that I will never make a mistake again..."

His face was full of blood, because he had lost too much blood, he was lying in a pool of blood and wanted to crawl towards Wesley desperately, looking as terrifying as a ghost falling into hell.

Most people have long been scared to peeing, but Wesley seemed to be in a wheelchair without moving his eyelids. "Drag him down."

"Yes."

The lean man executed his command expressionlessly, and Fick, who was covered in blood, was dragged out of sight in a blink of an eye.

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