Chapter 791
The wine bottle shattered with a loud bang. The burly man fell to the floor and covered the bleeding wound on his head.
The other people were startled by her bold action, and none of them dared to approach her.
Peter cursed out loud and shouted, “What the hell are you losers doing? She’s just a woman. Go get her!”
Maisie made her move first. Although she could take two or three of them down, there were eight of them left.
She was wearing a pair of stilettos. Soon, she started to feel exhausted, and the floor was littered with broken bottles.
A man saw his chance and pounced at her, pinning her on the couch. Maisie bent her knee and delivered a fierce kick, and the man felli down in a curled-up position, covering his crotch in pain.
Another two strong men grabbed her and pinned her back on the couch. Peter barked out his order, “Remove her mask!”.
Katrina watched as they moved on to remove Maisie’s mask. Her fingers had stabbed into her arms that were crossed around her chest
Just when those men touched Maisie’s mask, a few people flew through the door and fell to the floor at Peter’s feet.
The two strong men were stunned. The bodyguards that filed into the room were professional fighters. No sooner had they entered the private room than they had beaten all Peter’s men to the floor.
Katrina screamed in terror. She cowered under the table and covered her ears.
Peter was dumbfounded, but he soon came around to his senses, His face contorted with rage as he shouted, “Who the hell are you? Do you know who I am?”
The group of bodyguards dressed in black made a path, and the middle-aged man who walked out from behind the bodyguards was no other than Yael
Peter’s face instantly turned red as he froze. “M-Mr. Boucher!?”
Katrina trembled, and her face turned ashen pale
*Mr. Boucher? What is he doing here?’
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