CEO’s Surrender: With You, I Can Never Win

CEO’s Surrender With You I Can Never Win Chapter 90

“How often do you see each other?”

“Once a week. Her husband is sick recently, so Tina takes care of him at home. One month has. passed since I saw her last time.” The man was candid.

“Did you take that kind of photos and videos?” Finley didn’t dare to loosen her dagger at all.

The man had no fighting skills, so Finley got him under control easily.

“No… I didn’t.” The man hesitated for a few seconds before answering.

“Don’t try to fool me. You know what I meant. I know men like you. If you didn’t take that kind of video, I would love to help next time. If you did, give it to me. I will let you go.” Finley gave the man choices.

The man pondered for a moment and decided to send the video to Finley.

“I filmed these videos without permission from Tina. It is illegal. Please don’t make things difficult for me.”

“What you do is illegal. Give me the videos if you don’t want to go to prison.”

“It’s… in my phone in my pocket. I’ll send the videos to you. You’re beautiful, but why are you fierce to me? Don’t you like my appearance? If you are with me, I will give you these things too. A violent girl will find it difficult to get a husband,” the man complained.

Finley stomped hard on the man’s stomach and said, “None of your business. Besides, I have a husband. Thanks for your suggestion. Give me the videos now.”

“Okay! Okay!” The man took out his mobile phone and found the photos.

Finley snatched the phone over.

Instantly, the man took hold of the knife to stab Finley.

Due to the phone in her hand, Finley failed to dense herself.

The sharp knife cut her arm.

Bright red blood seeped out from her fair arm.

Finley put away the cell phone, took a few steps back, and kicked the man in the ass from behind.

The man fell to the ground awkwardly and screamed in shock.

The knife fell to the ground, so Finley kicked it into the valley.

Finley squinted at the man on the ground, withdraw, and got into her car to leave.

“Hey… Don’t leave me here. Where am I? How am I going home? If you don’t give me a ride, leave my phone to me.”

“Without that attack, I will drive you home. However, you ruined your chance. Pray for yourself

now.” Finley sneered and rolled up the window.

She stepped on the accelerator and sped away.

The man stomped his feet angrily and said, “Tough luck to run into such a woman!”

When Finley returned downtown, night fell Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

She found a Internet cafe, went in, and stored all the photos and videos in a flash disk.

Finley intended to wait.

When the time was ripe, these photos and videos would give full play of themselves.

In the mansion, Finley dealt with her wound and wrapped it with gauze.

Sitting on the sofa, she called Bryan as usual, but Bryan had turned off his phone.

Bryan was supposed to arrive at his destination. Why didn’t he turn on his phone? What had happened to him?