Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 110

"You have no idea what kind of bitch she is... !"

Before he could finish his words, he was kicked by Richie several more times. He raised his leg and directly kicked that man. His face was calm and somewhat cold.

Even Consuela, who was watching beside them, couldn't help but shout, "stop it!"

She thought that he would cause trouble sooner or later if he beat him like this.

Richie didn't reply, but stopped obediently.

Before Harry could react, he was clapped on the face by Richie. Smiling on his face, and darkness flashed in his eyes, which made people scared.

"If you like to stay on the headlines forever, then keep your mouth bad." He bent his lips and loosened his collar, but didn't make any reaction as he saw Harry fall to the ground.

Putting his hands on his injured belly, Harry gritted his teeth and raised his head, asking, "Who the hell are you?"

No one answered him. Richie pulled his sleeve, snorted coldly and walked outside.

However, a happy smile crept over Sheryl's face. As a matter of fact, she regarded Richie as the perfect husband in the world.

His evil smile and his heroic spirit made her heart skip a beat.

On the contrary, the man on the other side, collapsed on the ground. Sheryl's eyes were filled with disgust. When Richie passed her, she quickly adjusted her expression.

However, Harry, who had no one to talk to anymore, was completely shocked. He knew very well what the man said, which was the person who made his company fall into the center of trouble.

But he also felt that this man looked familiar. He wanted to think about his identity carefully, but he couldn't figure out who he was.

He must be in a position of power.

Richie walked away, grabbed the woman's wrist, and left directly. He didn't look very happy, even though he had beaten that man so hard.

"Hey..." Consuela said in a low voice as she was dragged away.

The temper of the man was still unchanged, which made her feel helpless.

The place where Richie's hand was pulling her wrist just happened to be the place where Harry pulled her hand, which had turned blue. She felt great pain as she was pulled by him so hard.

However, she bowed her head and was not going to cry out of pain. She thought he deserved it when she saw Harry just now, but she also sympathized with Harry as a poor man.

Some first impression would always be deeply rooted in the heart of the people, no matter what kind of relationship it would be later.

When she was about to turn around and take one more look, she was stumbled by something all of a sudden. As she leaned forward, she fell into the familiar embrace and smelled the familiar mint fragrance.

Letting out a long sigh, she closed her eyes and felt helpless.

Richie lifted her chin and asked with a faint smile, "why do you feel sorry for your little lover?"

The anger in his eyes was obvious. She knew that running away from reality wouldn't help solve any problems. There were only two kinds of results to escape from the problem at this time. She would either be left behind, or provoked him angry.

"No, I'm just worried that it might be difficult for you to deal with it." Answered Consuela with a smile, blinking her eyes.