Vouchers Damen Smithâs two hands touched Vivienne Quinn, so thereâs no need to k eep them. Damien Smyth gave the order and carried Vivienne Quinn downstairs. It was only then that Vivienne Quinn noticed that Damien Smyth did not come alone. Behind him were six serious men in bla ck clothes and black pants, just like the bodyguards in the movie. Before reaching the downstairs. Vivie nne Quinn heard Damen Smithâs tragic screams piercing through the entire rental building. Then, there was another tragic voice, and then there was no movement at all. After leaving the rental building. Vivie nne Quinn knew exactly where she was. This is the urban-
rural junction outside the Fifth Ring Road of Washington DC, and in front of this dilapidated low house, there are several luxury cars parked, and the leader is the Rolls Royce that she used to sit in before. N ext to the luxury car, there were eight more bodyguards waiting in unison. Vivienne Quinn had only see n this kind of formation in movies. The headlights illuminated this narrow and dark alley, and the luxurio us luxury cars were completely incompatible with the surrounding environment. âMr. sister-in-
law.â Grayson Smyth âs voice yanked Vivienne Quinn out of her contemplation. Vivienne Quinn glanced at Grayson Smyth, then at Damien Smyth, thinking of Damen Smith âs words, her doubts deepened. D amien Smythâs voice was cold.âOpen the door.â 1 Grayson Smyth opened the door quickl y, and Damien Smyth carefully put Vivienne Quinn into the car, squatted at her feet, and gently untied t he ropes on her hands and feet. And the eight bodyguards and Grayson Smyth were waiting outside th e limousine. Vivienne Quinn looked at the people outside the car door with a puzzled face. At this mom ent, David came down from the rental building with the bodyguards just now. Through the car window, Vivienne Quinn saw Damen Smith being dragged into another car by two bodyguards by the arms. Eve rywhere he passed was bright red blood. Damen Smithâs hand, without a palm, Damien Smyth really kn ocked Damen Smith âs hands off. Vivienne Quinnâs pupils narrowed slightly, and she looked down at Da mien Smyth in front of her, âWho⦠are you?â After asking this question, Vivienne Quinn felt a little sad.
She didnât know who the husband who had been sleeping with her for so long was. He raised his head and reached out to touch her head, as gentle as before, nothing changed. âWeâll talk about it when we go home Vivienne Quinn asked, âWhat are you going to do with Damen Smith ?â Damien Smyth looked deeply at the direction where Damen Smith was being dragged away, and said, âIllegal imprisonment, kidnapping, naturally there will be laws to punish him.â Vivienne Quinn didnât ask any more questions, t he car started, but instead of going back to Willow Garden, it headed towards the Washington DC wealt hy villa area, and the last few luxury cars dro ve into a villa in the Dividing into pages now 288 Voucher s Chapter 296 kingâs position, The door opened slowly and automatically, and the car dro ve into the vill a. The car stopped, and Vivienne Quinn looked at the luxurious palace-
like villa outside the car window, feeling like she was dreaming. She asked. âWhere is thisâ¦?â âThis is our home.â Damien Smyth didnât hide anymore, he got out of the car, went around to Vivienne Quinnâs side, carried her out of the car, walked into the villa area with slender steps, and went up to the second floor. The bodyguards were all waiting on the ground floor sensibly, and even Grayson Smyth didnât go upstairs. Wherever she went, Vivienne Quinn was constantly shocked. The luxury of the villa can be de scribed as inhumane. The huge crystal chandelier reflects luxury. The paintings hanging on the walls ar e all world famous paintings. Any kind of decorations cost tens of millions. The largest master bedroom on the second floor is just a room, bigger than the three-bedroom in Willow Garden. The huge floor-to-
ceiling windows are not facing any buildings, but the dreamy sky garden that Damien Smyth spent 100 million to build. The outdoor swimming pool has an amazing view. ⢠Vivienne Quinn was dumbfounded.
Standing on the viewing balcony, overlooking a garden almost the size of two football fields, she turned and looked at him. âThat day, the person I went on a blind date with in the cafe wasnât you, was it?