A fruit knife suddenly flew over and stuck into the floor between the man's legs.
The man who was joking was so scared that his face turned pale.
"Have I ever told you that Annabelle is my wife now? If anyone dares to bring up those things again, I'll end their life."
One of the younger gangsters said awkwardly, "Boss, I don't think you have no interest in her at all, but she cherishes you a lot. Aren't you afraid that one day she will find out the truth and leave you?"
Timothee sneered disapprovingly. "The big deal is that I can give her another test-tube child and raised them for the rest of her life. She's a hopeless romantic with dirty mind, and after a few words of coaxing, she will rush to lick me like a dog."
The private room burst into laughter again, and I stood at the door as if struck by lightning.
I could only cover my mouth tightly and tremble as I swallowed a series of sobs.
I heard footsteps coming towards the door, so I turned around and ran downstairs, poured myself a glass of strong liquor, and swallowed it in one gulp.
The sharp burning sensation rushed straight to the forehead, and I could not hold back my tears any longer.