Milo Field advanced aggressively, wanting to teach Alexander Parker a lesson, but before his hand could even touch the other’s clothes, a solid punch landed on his face.
Before he could cry out in pain, his entire body was lifted into the air, then heavily slamd to the ground.
A foot pressed against his chest, and with a forceful push, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his vision darkened, almost fainting from the pain!
How could this happen!
He had trained in Taekwondo and karate, not just flashy moves, so why was he taken down in one encounter?!
He hadn’t even seen how the other attacked!
Where did Isabella Weaver find such a tough guy this ti?
Since leaving him, she seed to have a constant stream of n, one per day!
Gilly Scott scread in fright repeatedly: "Milo, are you okay! Who are you, how dare you hit the best student in our school, I’m going to call the police, and let the cops..."
Before she could finish, Alexander Parker kicked over: "Noisy!"
He had no concept of pitying won, many n wouldn’t hit won, or even if they did, they wouldn’t hit the face, but Alexander didn’t care about that, he specialized in hitting people in the face.
So...
When Gilly Scott painfully crawled up from the ground, there was a shoe print on her face, and blood was streaming from her nose.
Because she was pretty and knew how to carry herself, she’d never been kicked like this growing up. At this mont, she was in pain and humiliated, but didn’t dare to speak anymore, instinctively fearing Alexander Parker.
The commotion had already attracted quite a crowd, but these university students in the Ivory Tower had never seen such a violent and frenzied person, so they just watched from afar, not daring to co too close.
Milo Field slowly propped up his upper body, blood trickling from the corner of his lips, his face pale: "For assaulting soone, no matter who you are, I’m going to send you to jail!"
Alexander Parker’s brain worked differently from normal people; hearing about going to jail, he filtered it out and seized the "point": "What do you an no matter who I am, didn’t I say, I’m going to marry Isabella Weaver, I’m her fiancé! My family and the Weaver Family have both confird it!"
Milo Field’s face turned even paler, the Weaver Family confird it? Did Christopher Weaver agree to their marriage?
Isabella Weaver then spoke, her tone indifferent: "I have no fiancé, I’m already married, this is my cousin."
Alexander Parker imdiately added: "Not a blood relative, we have no blood relation, so we can marry!"
Actually, even if there was, he wouldn’t care at all; this was just said for Milo Field to hear.
Right now, he utterly loathed this pretty boy, thinking about how Milo Field had dated his cousin made him want Milo gone from this world.
Isabella Weaver was already too lazy to argue with Alexander Parker, thanks to him, Milo Field and Gilly Scott likely wouldn’t bother her for a long while.
She didn’t even glance at the two people on the ground, turned around, got into the car, and sped away.
"Cousin, wait for !"
Alexander Parker called out, turned to find his car, then chased after.
The green Lamborghini roared past Milo Field, kicking up a cloud of dust that settled all over him.
Milo Field’s face felt as gloomy as the dust, the n around Isabella Weaver were wealthier one by one, all driving luxury cars, while he drove a car he couldn’t even show publicly.
Perhaps, he had truly lost Isabella Weaver forever.
Milo Field was overwheld with pain, sitting on the ground, not moving for a long ti.
But he still had good connections, a few people ca forward to help him up, expressed so concern, and sent him to the infirmary.
Only Gilly Scott was left unattended, even mocked by others.
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