Chapter 1891
Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let's Get Married
Translator: 549690339
Two men with guns were standing at the back, carrying a cloth bag, which seemed to contain a person.
The middle-aged man spread out his hands and said with an apologetic look, âIâm sorry, but I donât think any of you will be able to leave today. â
Murong Mianâs eyes swept over each of them, and her eyes lingered on the cloth bag for two seconds.
His gaze finally fell on the face of the middle-aged man in the lead. He said,ââMr. Brown,â
The middle-aged man laughed.âMy wife is right. You are a smart young man. It seems that our upcoming conversation will be very pleasant.â
He was Mrs. Jones âhusband, Mr. Brown, a ... Sanctimonious hypocrite, a greedy politician, and an old man who would do anything to achieve his goals.
Murong Mian laughed mockingly. A happy conversation would be worse than a life-and-death battle.
âTalk about how to make me obediently hand over all of my familyâs assets, or talk about how to avenge your wife?â
He paused for a moment and said sarcastically,âno, I donât think youâre going to avenge your wife.â
Mr. Brown smiled like a gentleman.ââI have a very knowledgeable friend who told me that women are like leaves on a tree. If the leaves fall this year, new ones will grow next year. Or, in the words of your country, women are clothes. If you dirty them, just throw them away and buy a new one. Thereâs no need to wash them again.â
Murong Mian really wanted to use a knife to cut his fake smile into pieces. He was just short of saying that women were just a thing and didnât need to care about their lives.
âIt seems that you want to talk to me about the first thing.â Murong Mianâs heart was very calm. She just felt that it was getting late and it was time to go home. Otherwise, Mianmian would be worried when she woke up and found that he was not around.
Murong Mian glanced at Madam Murong, who was lying on the ground with her eyes glazed over.
He sighed in his heart. It would be good if she died quickly, but this made him hesitate.
Brown waved his hand and said,âno, no, no. Iâm a politician, not a businessman. Money is not important to me. Whatâs important is how money can help me get the position I want. Iâm not her, so we can have a friendly negotiation.â
âYou want me to sponsor you?â
âYes, help me win the election, and we can benefit from each other. After you help me win the election, I can help you make more money and help you open up a broader trade market with the power in my hands. I can provide you with more convenience. What do you think?â
âIt sounds good,â Murong Mian said faintly.
âSee, I told you we would have a good conversation. As long as you agree to sign this agreement, I can let you leave with your mother. Iâm not that stupid woman. To me, who you are is not important.â Brown smiled and looked quite friendly.
âThatâs right. Do you have the antidote?â
Mr. Brown shrugged.âIâm sorry, I donât have that. She did it herself. I didnât know.â
âThen how do you have the face to talk to me?â Murong Mian raised her eyes lazily. The mockery in her eyes was like a knife.
âYouâre alive, and you can even take her body away. Isnât this already the mercy Iâm showing you?â Mr. Brown looked at Murong Mian and said those shameless words as if they were natural.