Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 411

"Arthur, you son of a bitch, this hatred is Irreconcilable. From now on, I will fight you. If you can cover up your woman, can't I find my man? If you let a woman harm me, why can't I let a man help me? I want to see who can fight the other better." Sylvia risked being hit by a car, walked more than a mile, and finally reached a corner; thinking about the grievances she had suffered, Sylvia was furious, and she cursed as he walked.

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Bridgewater Mansion.

After returning, Sylvia went straight to the door of the study room.

"Arthur, you bastard, open the door." She knocked on the study door aggressively.

Arthur had just taken a shower and was turning on the computer when he heard Sylvia's scream. He quickly looked out the door pinhole.

Outside the door, Sylvia's almond-shaped eyes widened, her face full of anger. She was banging on his study door with force as if she wanted to rush in and kill him.

He hurriedly retracted his head.

The woman was angry and capable of anything.

Last time, she held a knife to his neck and almost murdered him.

He touched his chin with his fingers, feeling a chill all over his body.

"Arthur, let me tell you, today's matter is not over, I have let Sheryl off many times, this time, I must make her pay the price, and you, the accomplice, who always protects her. Do you think that with your protection I can't do anything to her? It's impossible. I have to destroy you first, and then settle accounts with her." Sylvia’s hand slammed on the door, making the entire corridor tremble.

Just as Jessan came back from the back garden, he heard noises from upstairs. He asked in confusion, "What's going on upstairs? Did something happen?"

Marivic, wearing reading glasses, sat on the sofa watching TV. After listening to her husband's words, she calmly replied, "Let the young people solve their own problems. As an old man, just pretend you didn't hear anything."

"Is this Sylvia's scolding voice?" Jessan asked after listening again.

"That's because Arthur deserves the scolding. We've known Sylvia for so many years. When have you ever seen her get angry to the point of scolding someone?"

As she slammed into it, the door opened from the inside.

"Ouch." She didn't have time to stop, and she slammed into the air, falling to the ground, her chin and palms sore.

Arthur looked at the woman who had fallen to the ground, his thin lips curling up in a nice arc.

"Damn woman, you brought it upon yourself." He scolded and walked towards the entrance, ready to take advantage of the opportunity to slip away.

"Arthur, you bastard, this hatred is not Irreconcilable with you. If I don't retaliate, my surname is not Lancelot."

As soon as Arthur slipped into the corridor, Sylvia grabbed the back of his clothes. She pounced on him like a vine, grabbed his arm, and raised her hand to hit him, but after a few hits, the man's bones stiffened, Instead, her palms hurt.

In anger, she grabbed his arm, lowered her head, and bit down fiercely.