CHAPTER 8

Afterwards, Tom led the way and pushed straight through the crowd and walked over to Madeline and Bella's side.

Tom nodded slightly towards Madeline, before he pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, asked Bella, "What is your name, Miss?"

Bella frowned slightly, "What's wrong? If you want to strike up a conversation with me, please pick a good time. I am busy now and has no time to company you."

Tom frowned slightly, and when he looked closer, he saw that this woman was just like the ghost that Mr. Blackwell talked about. Even if her features were average, she still had to wear such heavy make-up,which was really scary.

What makes such a narcissist think he would talk to her?

"Miss Bella, I regret to inform you that you have been blacklisted in our mall, from today onwards all the malls under the name of Mr. Blackwell worldwide will no longer provide any service to you." Tom said coldly.

Hearing these words, Bella was unpleasant, "Who is Mr. Blackwell? Who is he to treat me like this? Do you know that I am a VVIP of your mall, is this how you treat your supreme VVIP?"

"There are no why in Mr. Blackwell." Tom said.

He then waved his hand towards the two security guards beside him, his face suddenly turning cold,

"Throw her out of here right now!"

The two security guards, one carrying Bella's arms and the other carrying Bella's feet, quickly walked out.

Bella struggled frantically, "Do you know who I am or not? What's wrong with you? Let go of me! Do you know that no one has ever dared to do this to me!"

The people around them were so amused by the picture that they took a video of it, the jeering voices getting louder and louder.

Madeline looked at Tom in complete confusion and asked, "So, what's going on here?"

Tom did not answer, but only nodded respectfully towards her, before turning around and leaving.

At this time, the clerk on Madeline's side had already packed the clothes and delivered them to her,

"Miss, this is your clothes."

"Thank you." Madeline took the coat and said thanks.

On the parking space in front of Grand Treasure Plaza, the black Ferrari Sbarro-Tornado-SB1 shone in the sunlight with an understated and luxurious light.

The ultra-luxurious sports car, limited to ten units worldwide, attracted the attention of countless people.

The man inside the car was cold, leaning against the passenger seat with his eyes closed, the window half down, revealing only half of his face but enough to captivate the crowd.

Tom quickly got into the car and gave the man a glance before pushing his gold-rimmed glasses and nodding respectfully, "Mr. Blackwell, that woman has been thrown out, and I've had her permanently added to the blacklist of all the shopping malls under your name."

The man nodded

"Did you find out any news?" The man asked.

Tom nodded once again respectfully and said, "Yes, that young lady is Madeline Crawford."

This name sounded so familiar.

"Go on."

"She is your wife." Tom said again.

At these words, the man's eyebrows knitted slightly, then he opened his eyes and his gaze fell coolly on

Tom's face, "What?"

He never thought it would turn out like this, life is so amazing sometimes, somethings was so coincidental that he just can't believe it.

"Yes, it's the lady you got a marriage license from but never met, I received the news when you were just in a meeting, I was going to tell you as soon as I got out." Tom added.

"Well..." The man's eyes narrowed slightly and the corners of his mouth curled up in a playful curve.

"So, do you need me to do anything for you now?" Tom asked.

"No need for now." The man lowered his head slightly, playing with a silver ring on his right index finger with one hand.

"Mr. Blackwell, the morning schedule is over, shall I take you back to rest? You still have injuries on your body."

What he admired most was his Boss.

He was obviously so badly injured, yet he refused to rest even for a day.

He was injected with painkillers directly to work, and even managed to look exactly like a normal person in appearance.

"Okay."

"By the way, Mr. Blackwell, this is your wife's experience before she married you, she's really quite pitiful."

With that, he told the story between Bruce and Leila as well as Madeline.

The man read the story on the social media seriously, and then his eyes coolly rested on Bruce's photo, which showed Bruce playing golf.

"This is the man?" Xavier asked.

"Yes."

"So ugly." The man had a touch of disgust under his eyes.

"He is actually not ugly, Bruce is a famous beautiful man in Flento City, he looks very elegant and gentle."

"Your eyes are bad, I suggest you donate them."

Tom dared not speak in this moment.

After shopping, Madeline returned home with her bags.

The pleasure of shopping made her quickly forget the little episode in the mall earlier.

As soon as she entered the door, Leila directly blocked in front of her and extended her arm directly towards her.

"Madeline, you're very proud of Bruce for confessing his love to you today, aren't you?"

"And you were happy to watch me get beaten up by dad yesterday, weren't you?"

"Aren't you happy watching evil people get their revenge?" Madeline asked rhetorically.

Leila never expected that she would be so direct, and for a moment she shivered all over with anger,

"Do you want to get beaten?"

"Do you need me to call dad for you?" Madeline asked nonchalantly.

"You."

Madeline was tired of shopping today and was too lazy to continue fighting with her, so she took a step and walked upstairs.

She had just gone up a few steps and she felt something cackle under her foot.

She immediately lowered her head and looked at her feet.

What caught her eye was a keychain with Ryan's picture on it.

She immediately leaned down and picked it up.

Seeing this, Leila immediately and quickly stepped forward, directly grabbed the keychain and said coldly, "Give it back to me."

Because of the excessive movement, the wound on her back was pulled and the pain that tore through her heart made her stifle a grunt.

Such pain made her annoyed.

Madeline didn't bother to pay attention to her and continued to stride upstairs, she didn't expect that Leila would also like Ryan.

She used to like those foreign young men and never liked men from her country.

Back in her room, Madeline cheerfully checked the clothes she had just bought to the mirror before sitting down. She turned on her laptop, and logged on to League of Legends.

She had a deep affection for this game, as it had accompanied her through the darkest days of her life.

Her game name is "Seven" because her lucky number is 7.

This name has always dominated the number one position in the national service, and was known as the top ADC in the national service, with a deep hero pool and high skills.

She could easily win against professional players.

She had been approached by a number of professional teams, but she turned them all down. She had no intention of turning her interest in gaming into a career, as it was only a hobby.

Just as she was about to play a round of games, a knock sounded on the door.

Madeline immediately turned her gaze to the door, "Please come in."

The door opened and Madeline froze.