Sextuplets From Ruthless Love

"Jessica, you keep escaping from here because of this man right. No problem, now you go in front of Sammie's photo and bow 100 times, I'll let you go if I'm in a good mood."

He said, and without looking back, turned away from the living room, Alfred was the first person who dared to come to his house and ask for people.

Alfred put both hands in his pocket waiting outside, white suit with a red tie, showing a few roguish aurae.

But Mr. Whiteburn was originally not a good man.

Before meeting Jessica, he used to go whoring, and he was a ruthless guy, he had most of Horington's rich businessmen' weaknesses, if it was not for this he wouldn't be hunted down twice in a row. "Alfred, are you trying to provoke me?"

Trevor was holding a cigarette in his fingers, he lowered his eyes and squinted at the man in front of him, with impatience in his words.

"Mr. Gulliford, didn't you and Jessica stop having any relationship five years ago? Moreover,

whatever she does, I am here for her, if you want to touch my woman, you must ask me first."

Alfred was not as powerful as Trevor, but he didn't have any fear.

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Trevor exuded a cold aura from his body, his eyes lit up with rage.

"Mr. Gulliford chased Jessica five years ago, everyone in Herington knew that. Now that she has been banished from the country for five years, you have evidently abandoned her, don't you?" Alfred did not yield, after listening to Mr. Gulliford's words, but made him feel a little more

justified, "Anyway, I believe my girl did not kill. You can't even protect her, get out of the way and let me protect her."

As soon as he finished speaking, Trevor grabbed his tie.

"Alfred, the Whiteburn family had enough of peaceful days, isn't it? Since you wish to find troubles, I will grant your wish." "Mr. Gulliford, she isn't your thing, don't be selfish!" "See him out!"

Trevor flung him to the ground, turned around and went into the Gulliford residence.

Alfred wanted to take Jessica away?

That would be absolutely impossible.

He just returned to the house, he then saw Melissa fell down from upstairs, Melissa stood at the highest corner of the stairs, eyes full of indifference.

"Trevor, it is not Jessica's fault, it's me, it's my fault that I make Jessica upset."

Melissa's blood oozed from her forehead, dripping down her pink dress onto the floor.

"What happened?"

Trevor frowned, stepped toward Melissa's side, and lifted her up with his own hand.

"Mr. Gulliford, j-just now Jessica pushed Melissa

down from the stairs."

Little housekeeper stuttered a little, obviously in shock.

Trevor jerked his head up, right up to Jessica's falling gaze.

"It's not me."

Jessica sounded stiff, expressionless, and replied nonchalantly with a sentence, not even with an explanation.

Her mother's urn was fed to the dog by the ruthless mother and daughter, explain?

She didn't need an explanation, and besides, she didn't even push her.

"Trevor, it's ok, I'm fine. It's just a little blood, just a skin injury only. Don't blame Jessica. I mean,

my sister's been out there all these years, so she must have been spurred on by something, only then she did this, and she's never been like that before." Melissa leaned on Trevor's arms, and sounded soft, she could get rid of Jessica five years ago, and she

would get rid of Jessica five years later as well.