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The God of War Chapter 201
Looking at Freke in front of her, Roselyn subconsciously took a few steps back, her pretty face blank.
Roselyn was confused.
Also, Roselyn wondered why Freke was badly injured. She could tell that Freke’s left shoulder blade had been
broken. His face was bloody and his forehead was bleeding…
“Ms. Easton!”
Freke knelt on the ground and kowtowed crazily while crying, “Didn’t you want that piece of land? I bought that
piece of land for you. Please spare me this time. I really know my mistakes!”
Roselyn was stunned for a long time before she finally understood what had happened. She turned around and
looked at Jorge. Her small mouth opened wide, “Jorge, could it be you…”
Jorge smiled slightly. “Now, his life is in your hands. I mean that whether he is dead or alive is up to you.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRoselyn was touched, and her gaze instantly softened. xo.com fast update
Roselyn thought, ‘It was him! It was indeed him! Just now, he went out to get even with Freke.’ Roselyn knew that
Jorge could fight, but she never expected that Jorge could subdue Freke in the unfamiliar Laxton County!
Jorge was Roselyn’s husband, her strongest backing. He was always so considerate, and he never let Roselyn down.
Instead, he kept bringing her surprises! “Mr. Penley, you get up first.”
In the end, Roselyn’s heart softened. She said softly, “After all, it is not a big deal. Business competition depends on
the means. I can understand.”
As Roselyn spoke, she reached out to help Freke up.
“D-Don’t!”
Freke did not dare to stand up before Jorge allowed. He was so scared that he knelt on the ground and retreated.
He cried even more miserably than before, “Ms. Easton, please don’t help me. I am not worthy of your kindness!
“Not only will I give you that piece of land, but I will also compensate you with one billion! Aren’t you going to build a
planting base of medicinal herbs? This money can be used!
“Also, I work in the construction industry. Leave your planting base to me. I won’t charge you a single cent. I
promise to build it as beautiful as possible!”
Roselyn was shocked.
Roselyn turned around to look at Jorge, then at Freke, who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing. She felt both
surprised and sweet.
She didn’t expect that Freke was actually willing to pay such a great price, even taking over the construction of her
planting base of medicinal herbs.
She felt sweet that her husband, her man, Jorge, had completely subdued Freke! “Jorge.”
Roselyn bit her lips and whispered, “It seems that Mr. Penley really realized his mistake. Why don’t we forgive him
this time?”
Jorge said with a smile, “I just said that this matter will be decided by you.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRoselyn’s heart warmed. She no longer hesitated and nodded gently at Freke. “Mr. Penley, I appreciate your
kindness. I hope that you can turn over a new leaf. At least, you can’t swear anymore.”
Freke felt like he had been granted amnesty. He kowtowed three more times before getting up, trembling with fear.
He quickly returned to the company to prepare the construction materials for the land and planting base.
“Freke didn’t dare to fool us.”
Jorge held Roselyn’s hand and sat in the red Porsche. Then, he started the car and continued with a smile, “The
matter here is over. Let’s return to Ocean City.”
Roselyn was just about to speak when her gaze suddenly froze.
The central control screen of the Porsche automatically lit up, and an unfamiliar number called in! Jorge glanced at
the number and pondered for a moment. His finger gently pressed the smart answer button on the steering wheel.
“Mr. Green!”
The cries of an unfamiliar middle-aged man rang out from the car speakers. “I am Mr. Johnson’s subordinate.
Please save Mr. Johnson!
“Mr. Johnson, h-he was captured!