Lost Me Gained Regret

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Chapter 170 The raspy-voiced man kicked Allen hard, grabbing a whiskey bottle and pressing it against his forehead. "You moron, you think you can fool Lloyd like that? Mrs. Ferguson? Bullshit! Mr. Ferguson is out there buying tampons for his new chick, and you expect him to cover your gambling debts for his ex-wife's uncle?" Caught off guard, Allen fell on his butt, scrambling to get in front of the man in charge.. "Lloyd, Lloyd! I swear I'm not pulling your leg. She is Bryant's wife. Didn't you see my wife's hospital room when you guys went to the hospital that day? If Bryant wasn't looking out for her, could my wife have stayed in the BlessedCare Medical Facility?" I glared at him furiously. "Allen! You ungrateful jerk, do you think I would've begged Bryant for that hospital room if not for my aunt? And how, you're using this to screwover?" Allen ignored me, clinging to Lloyd's legs. "Lloyd, even at its worst, an elephant is still bigger than a rabbit. Even if she's divorced Bryant, wouldn't he give her smoney? Ten million is nothing to her!" Ten million? This deadbeat had the nerve to run up such a gigantic gambling debt.

I was furious. "Have you no shame? I didn't get a dfrom the divorce, not a dime!" single "Jane..." Allen crawled back, his smile slimy. "Dothis favor, just ten million. I'll t good care of your aunt after." "No way." I flatly refused.

After all, my aunt was about to divorce him, and here he was, shamelessly pleading Allen instantly burst into tears. "You heartless bitch, have you forgotten who took c you when you were little? Without me, you'd be dead! Now that I'm in desperate stral can't you help me?" Lloyd put down his whiskey glass, lit a cigarette, and waved his hand, and the raspy-voiced man dragged Allen aside.

Lloyd walked over in crocodile leather shoes, stopping beforeand looking down. "M Webster, right? I won't make things hard for you. Pay up, and we'll call it even. Otherwise your uncle's hands won't stay attached to him much longer." "Just chop them off, both of them, so he can never gamble again!" I spat out angrily.

Domestic violence, cheating, gambling, drug abuse, any of these alone would be more than enough to condemn someone, let alone cripple them.

"Tsk!" Lloyd clicked his tongue, stepped on my wrist, and ground it underfoot. "Didn't 1/2 10:41 Chapte 170 expect such a feisty spirit from a young lady like you."

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