Runaway Wife: Please, Have Another Baby!
Chapter 839: There’s No Need to Wear a Bra, Right? (1)

Chapter 839: Chapter 839: There’s No Need to Wear a Bra, Right? (1)

"Didn’t see it, only saw him and his assistant leave, they didn’t have anything in their hands."

"Shut up!" Jessica angrily turned her face, "Mr. Will couldn’t possibly harm Xiaotang, it’s not him!"

"Hmph!" Will tightened his grip, holding her more firmly, "He wasn’t a guest but suddenly appeared here, he left, and the young lady is missing too. If it’s not him, who else could it be?"

In the earpiece, the bodyguard’s voice sounded again, "Mr. Will, Teacher Sherry has been shot and is down in the study!"

"I... I don’t know who it is, but it’s definitely not Mr. Will!" Jessica also had an earpiece and naturally heard the news. Realizing the seriousness of the situation, she stared sternly at Will’s face, "You’re just wasting time like this. If we don’t go look for her, Xiaotang could really be in trouble."

As she spoke, she flung his arm away and turned to rush towards the hallway. Will raised his hand to block her, pulling her into his arms and pressing the gun against the side of her neck.

"This time, I won’t give you another chance. If you dare to struggle again, I’ll shoot immediately!" He dragged her towards the hall, speaking through the wireless mic again, "Seal all the exits at once, search the entire Duke Residence, and don’t overlook any suspicious people! No one is allowed to leave without my permission!"

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Inside the hall.

"Father?" Duke Locke, in his wheelchair, squinted his eyes at Qian Xueying on the floor, staring with pained anger, "You still have the nerve to call me father?"

"I..." Qian Xueying, guessing that things had been exposed, didn’t bother to act anymore. She immediately got up from the floor, "Father, I..."

As she spoke, she silently observed her surroundings.

At some point, the hall was already filled with sturdy bodyguards standing among the guests.

This evening’s banquet was specifically arranged for Qian Xueying, and Huangfu Jue naturally wouldn’t give her any chance to escape.

"Miss Ying!" Gan Yuan spoke with a smile, "Your leg... is it fine now?"

Just moments ago, she had been crying out in pain, but now she stood up quickly, clearly pretending.

"I..." Qian Xueying was stunned, and then suddenly fell to her knees in front of Duke Locke, wailing, "Father, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault... it’s because of my foolishness that I..."

Saying this, she suddenly reached out to grab Duke Locke’s wheelchair, but before her fingers could touch it, a foot clad in custom-made leather shoes was already swiftly raised and heavily kicked her in the chest.

This kick, delivered by Huangfu Jue, showed no mercy.

He usually didn’t hit women, but she was an exception because she wasn’t considered a person in his eyes.

Qian Xueying grunted in pain as her body was forcefully thrown to the ground.

The water bags she had inserted to pad her chest popped out from under her low-cut dress, bouncing twice before falling to the floor.

The previously bulging dress deflated immediately, losing its support, and the strapless dress slipped down, exposing her in front of everyone.

Her ridiculous and embarrassing state caused the guests to burst out in uncontrollable laughter.

Standing not far from Huangfu Jue, Abel whistled and spoke with a look of disappointment.

"Miss Ying, your chest is even smaller than I imagined. With so little flesh, you don’t even need a bra, do you?"

The crowd, who had been holding back to maintain decorum, instantly laughed out loud upon hearing his remarks.

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