###Chapter 35 He Destroyed It with His Own Hands

"Mr. Miller isn't trailing us today, is he?" Noman snorted and blocked the doorway, "What's the matter, regret?"

"What do you mean."

Eric's eyes glowed with coldness, smelling the faint smell of alcohol on Noman's body, and the image of Cindy drinking came to his mind.

He had really underestimated her.

Hanging out with a bunch of guys.

Noman didn't know what he was thinking and warned, "Although Cindy didn't accept me today, I won't give up, sooner or later, she will be mine, and the fate between her and you are over, so don't bother her in the future."

In the beginning, if he hadn't been a step late, how would he have let Cindy marry such a scum?

"Get out of the way."

Eric's face was cold, and he stepped forward, directly knocking Noman away with his shoulder.

He marched to the sink, the mirror reflected his cold face to the extreme, "What has been thrown away, I will not pick up, Mr. Jones has such a fetish, I do not."

"What did you say!"