She, Felicia Sullivan, belongs to him!
This time he would never lose her again—
Maxwell Cameron walked out of the bedroom with bloodshot eyes, clutching the diary and photo album.
Mr. Jadwin hesitated, "Was it you who took our Anna Jadwin...? She hasn't been back for a long time..."
Since she got divorced from Mr. Bailey, why didn't Anna Jadwin come back home? She was unreachable on her phone.
The cold footsteps of Maxwell Cameron stopped, his eyes terrifying like the king of hell.
Sherly Jadwin took the chance to say, "That cheap~bitch has nothing to do with us, Mr. Cameron, we kicked her out of our home a long time ago."
Cheap~bitch?
Maxwell Cameron's mouth curled into a sinister, bloodthirsty smile, "However you insulted her, you'll take it back."
Bald Snake's imposing figure approached, grabbing Sherly Jadwin with one hand and throwing her to the two bodyguards.
Sherly Jadwin's face turned pale with fright—
