"See, when it's crucial, you can count on your own cousin, right? Husbands and such are just passing clouds, aren't they?"
Spencer Lowe looked at her increasingly pale face with a semi-smile, and just before her hand could unlock the phone, he directly grabbed her wrist. In just a second, the phone had changed hands.
"What are you trying to do?!"
Ivy Aretha's instinctual panic caused her to scream, and she subconsciously tried to snatch the phone back from him. But he directly grabbed her, "Since your husband isn't reliable, then just go home with your cousin!"
"Let go of my wife!"
One of the two bodyguards had already let go of Yuri Sanders and directly attacked Spencer Lowe. Clearly, they were no match for him. Spencer Lowe was professionally trained, and even Michael Gordon's bodyguards couldn't stand against a bloodthirsty man who'd grown up fighting in the army.
