Put down the wine ss, he smiled and said, “Miss Vivian, I … I like you, can you … be my woman ah? Ohhhh, I am the prince of the hidden tribe, you do my woman, give you to eat fragrant drink hot, OK?”


    The delirious Myron Baron said while pouncing on Vivian and holding her in his arms.


    “Myron Baron, what are you doing? Let go of me!”


    Vivian’s head seemed to be filled with lead, heavy and heavy, dazed and ufortable.


    The result was that Myron Baron pounced on her, and she instantly woke up a little and reached out to push him away, but Myron Baron wouldn’t let go.


    “Beauty, you just give in to me. Your husband is dead, and I don’t mind you, follow me, okay?”


    “You’re crazy! Get out!”


    Vivian struggled and resisted, but I don’t know if the wine was too strong or what, she just felt weak.


    Not far away, Morris noticed that Vivian was no longer there, and as soon as he turned around, he saw the scene happening by the campfire.


    At once, the man’s face sank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and ran directly towards that side.


    Immediately after, an ‘ah’ ground scream resounded through the earth.


    The crowd turned around, only to see ‘Carl’ holding Myron Baron down on the ground a mad beating, screams of misery.


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    “Get over there and take a look.”


    A group of people trotted to the campfire, Fraser and Marilyn Baron also stopped and followed.


    The soldiers who were on guard not far away saw the prince being beaten and also came over, directly surrounding the people.


    “How dare you beat up the prince?”


    “Take them down for me!”


    “Vivian, has your bodyguard gone crazy?”


    “Quickly tell him to stop.”


    …


    Vivian saw that Morris had beaten Myron Baron and his mouth was bleeding, she still had some sense in her head and got up and dragged him, “Stop it.”


    She stopped, but Morris would not listen.


    He threw Vivian away, picked up Myron Baron’s cor, made a fist with his right hand, and mmed his fist into Myron Baron’s body, causing him to retreat four or five meters and fall directly to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.


    A dozen soldiers surrounded Morris and scolded in cryptguage, “Stop, don’t move!”


    When everyone was unsure, Issac Shaw saw Vivian’s slightly disheveled shirt cor and questioned with a frown, “Did he touch you?”


    With one word, everyone instantly understood.


    Martin Baron stood up and said, “although Myron loves women, he would never do such a ridiculous thing in full view of the public. Miss Vivian is not a thief shouting to catch a thief.”


    After all, Vivian and the Baron royal family are opposing factions, at this time if deliberately provoke trouble, it is not impossible.


    Only after Martin Baron finished speaking, Morris and Issac Shaw looked directly at him.


    This time, without waiting for Morris to speak, Issac Shaw said directly, “Is it a thief crying out to catch a thief, ask Prince Myron, everything will be clear.”


    He said, while walking towards Myron Baron, grabbed him by the cor, “Say, what exactly did you do to Vivian just now?”


    Issac Shaw stood up for Vivian in public because his heart was full of her.


    Antina, as the wife, was angry and furious, her fists hanging at her side clenched, and the look in her eyes towards Vivian was more than a little ruthless and jealous.


    “Well … let go of me …”


    Myron Baron pushed Issac Shaw away and pounced on Vivian, “Hey, hey, hey, Miss Vivian, from … from me, I feed you … I do not mind you are … you are a widow … ah!”


    He has not been able to get close to Vivian, angry forehead veins up Issac Shaw a kick in his back, he thumped on the ground, fell, head on the side of Vivian’s feet.