Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband Chapter 886: Break His Legs for Me!

Chapter 886: Chapter 886: Break His Legs for !

Her words did not reassure Emily Walker.

If he really went back, he should have taken the initiative to contact them, right?

anwhile, in a repair garage not far from the New Year’s Eve seaside celebration, Baron Stuart was groggily waking up.

mories flashed through his mind like an electric shock.

Just two hours ago, he was searching everywhere for Emily Walker when he was attacked from behind.

And the thing that had assaulted him was no ordinary tool, but rather sothing capable of knocking a person out instantly with an electric shock.

He shook his heavy head and opened his eyes only to discover that his hands were handcuffed, his feet the only part of him still free.

Opening his narrowed eyes, the strong light on the opposite side made him squint for a few seconds before he could fully make out his surroundings.

How laughable, Baron Stuart thought, even he could be kidnapped!

Under the dazzling light, a figure approached—it was him.

Seeing the middle-aged man before him, Baron Stuart was unmoved, rely turning his gaze aside with disgust, as if looking at the man any longer was repulsive.

“Tsk tsk, you always have that look on your face, completely disdainful of others!” The man approached, and upon seeing his haughty expression, a wave of anger unconsciously surged within him!

The Stuart Family might be powerful, wealthy enough to rival nations, but so what?

Now, Baron Stuart has still fallen into his hands, hasn’t he?

And so quietly, that even if he were shot today, it would go unnoticed by gods or ghosts!

Hearing this, Baron Stuart turned his head and gave The Man a straight look, but his lips still curled with contempt.

“You think you’re capable of getting revenge on ?”

At this, The Man seed to beco even more infuriated, his eyes bulging with rage, “Were it not for your ddling, Baron Stuart, I would be Chairman of the Walker Group by now!”

“And then?” Baron Stuart asked calmly, completely unfazed by the danger he was in.

Looking at him, The Man thought how easygoing he was now, but soon he would make him wish he were dead!

“I, the second largest shareholder of Walker Group, was kicked out by you. You think you’re so arrogant and great? Well, today, I want to see how you escape from the palm of my hand!”

Having said that, The Man didn’t waste any more words, and with a wave of his hand, over a dozen Black Dressed n lined up before him.

Seeing a synchronized lineup of more than a dozen Black Dressed n, Baron Stuart just revealed a sneer, still fearless in the face of the scene before him.

“Beat him!” commanded The Man, the smile on his face undoubtedly fueling the rage in his chest!

At his command, the dozen Black Dressed n advanced and began to rain down punches and kicks on Baron Stuart.

But Baron Stuart was not one to sit and await his doom. As the n approached, he quickly rolled over, using his long legs as his ultimate weapon at this mont!

Before so could see clearly, they felt the n around them being kicked and sent flying ters away. Seeing this, The Middle-aged Man was filled with regret.

He had thought that cuffing his hands would be enough, yet he hadn’t counted on Stuart’s capable legs!

“Break his legs!” The Man ordered again.

Very soon, one of them drew a pistol and aid it at Baron Stuart’s legs.

He wouldn’t kill him with a single shot—that wouldn’t satisfy his deep-seated hatred!

Sensing the gun suddenly aiming at him, Baron Stuart halted his counterattack and looked sternly at The Man opposite him.