Substitute Bride and Her Husband Who Disappeared

In this world, he never believed there could be such women.

Nancy watched him slowly get closer, her hands clenched tightly at her sides.

Now, she had no other options. She won't let Alexander humiliate her, so she could only...

Slowly, she closed her eyes, her resolve growing stronger. She knew the bracelet on her wrist would tell Charlie what had happened that day.

She believed that Charlie would save her.

Her lips slightly parted, her tongue poised to take a bite, when suddenly, a strong wind blew by her. The next moment, she heard Alexander's painful scream.

There was a thud as a body hit the ground.

Nancy's eyes shot open just in time to see Charlie pull back his powerful kick. He stood there, like a warrior stepping out from the underworld, not even looking at her as he walked directly towards the thrown Alexander. At this moment, Luna, Director Grant, and the deputy director, approached.

Luna gave Alexander a stern look as Alexander writhed in pain on the ground, and then extended her hand to Nancy, "Vivi... are you okay?"

Nancy blinked in confusion, unsure why they had come back at this moment. Her mind was blank. Just a moment ago, she was about to bite off her tongue!

Seeing her lack of response, Luna shook her head, sighed softly, and helped Nancy to her feet.

Meanwhile, Charlie had grabbed Alexander by the collar. His fists, like lightning, landed one after another on Alexander's face with the speed of a hurricane.

Just one punch, and Alexander's

face was already swollen. By the second punch, his face had turned a sickly purple. At the third punch

Alexander couldn't take it any f.ne

and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood, mixed with a few of his teeth, splattered onto Charlie's expensive suit and shirt. But Charlie didn't care about it, and another punch landed on Alexander's temple. With a muffled grunt, Alexander blacked out, falling unconscious in Charlie's grasp.

But even then, Charlie didn't let him go. He threw him onto the ground, then stood and delivered a brutal kick.

Alexander was out cold, his body

numb to the pain from the continuous kicks. Yet, as Director Grant and the deputy director

watched, they broke out in a t

sweat. The sight was too gruesome to bear.

Just hearing the sound of the blows landing on Alexander, they cringed...

Young Master Firth... was he going this far?

At that moment, their gaze towards Charlie changed. Respect was still there, but now it was mixed with a natural fear.

Director Grant took a deep, shaky

breath, grateful he hadn't pushed his

luck with Charlie that day, giving up

trying to force Nancy into an inappropriate outfit using his

directorial power. Or he probably

would be in the hospital bed, unable to move.

Charlie finally stopped after a few more kicks, leaving Alexander looking half-dead. He turned and walked towards Nancy.

Seeing him, Nancy's pent-up fear flooded her like a tidal wave. Her nose tingled with the onset of tears she couldn't hold them back any longer. Between the sobs, she whimpered, "Charlie..."