The sound of the siblings’ footsteps faded away.


    In the bathroom, Sophie was finally ‘overwhelmed’, tears slipping down the corners of her eyes, sobbing with aggression.


    Philip Dixon did not let her go, but mercilessly made love to her for more than half an hour before giving her freedom.


    He raised his hand and brushed away the tears on her face with his thumb, suppressing his discontent and saying gloomily, “Remember, no woman that Philip Dixon has touched, not even the ones he doesn’t want, can be touched by Abraham Smith.”


    The words, leaning down in her red lips a peck, “Sophie, you touched my bottom line. In the future … be good.”


    When he spoke, he gently patted her cheek, ignoring Sophie’s red-eyed sobbing face of awe.


    That day, Sophie did not know how to leave The Smith family.


    And for Philip Dixon, there was a new understanding, even a heartfelt sense of fear.


    …


    The Hidden Family.


    Vivian Mond and Morris Cheal went down the hill, browsed a few clothing stores to pick out some clothes for Morris Cheal, and then wandered around the night market.


    But just then, an unexpected visitor appeared in front of Vivian Mond once again.


    “Hi, Miss Vivian.”


    Myron Baron came out from the crowd, greeted towards Vivian Mond, shook the object in his hand and said with a smile, “I heard Fraser Marsh say that you don’t have a cell phone, so I specially send you a cell phone for you. Although you can’t understand the Cryptguage, it doesn’t affect you to answer my calls.”


    At that moment, Vivian Mond saw Aidan Sabastian’s face was colored and thought Myron Baron was also injured, but now he realized that Myron Baron only had a bruise at the corner of his eye, but no other damage.


    In contrast, it seems that Myron Baron’s skills are not to be underestimated.


    Not waiting for Vivian Mond to speak, she suddenly felt a chill linger around her body, making her shiver coldly.


    A side nce, see Morris Cheal face grim, gaze unkindly stare at Myron Baron.


    You can’t hide the eyes of a person who wants to knife.


    At least Morris Cheal’s eyes are very sharp.


    Her red lips pulled up in a light smile, not realizing that Morris Cheal still had the attributes of a jealous man.


    “No need, we can afford it.”


    Morris Cheal strides forward, directly in front of Vivian Mond, blocking the greedy gaze cast by Myron Baron.


    It was a look that irritated him.


    Blocked from view, Myron Baron subconsciously tilted his head, but he Morris Cheal also followed and moved a step, tightly blocking Vivian Mond.


    Myron Baron withdrew his gaze, his eyebrows knitted together and he looked him up and down, “Where are you from? Get lost.”


    The words, as soon as I heard them, I knew I hadn’t learned Mandarin well.Content ? N?velDrama.Org.


    “Forgive me.” The man spared words.


    In spite of his ordinary ‘appearance’, people think he is simple and honest at first nce, but at this time his deep and gloomy gaze with a few overbearing aura, really give Myron Baron a few pressure.


    But who is he?


    Deborah Baron’s youngest son, the man who walks around the Hidden Tribe, will not be afraid of a small person?


    “I’ll count to three, if you don’t get out of the way, I’ll let you leave here on your knees.”


    He grunted contemptuously, his disdainful eyes sweeping over Morris Cheal, “Three, two, one … well, you’re dead.”


    Myron Baron raised his right hand slightly, “Someone, scrap this man’s legs.”


    “Carl, you …”


    Vivian Mond tugged at Morris Cheal’s sleeve, subconsciously wanting to shout ‘Morris’, but tactfully changed her mouth, “Better forget it, more is better than less.”