chapter 52 : If you hit your son, I will pop out.

But early the next morning, when Tenston Zimmerman returned to the villa and woke up Marilyn Yiegler to leave, he suddenly frowned and shook his head helplessly.

What he worried about happened.

Opening the door, dozens of black-clad bodyguards were already surrounding the villa.

More than a dozen aggressive luxury cars lined up.

The door of a Rolls-Royce in the center was wide open. A middle-aged man in his fifties, leaning on an ivory crutch, was lying in...