Chapter 135

"Stinking bitch!"

Zack roared, throwing the champagne in his hand fiercely at Isabella.

At this moment.

Zack's anger was vented a lot.

He could already imagine.

Isabella drenched like a drowned rat, screaming in shock.

However, the next moment.

The scene Zack imagined did not appear.

Isabella did not become a drowned rat, nor did she scream.

Instead, it was him.

"Ahhh!!"

Zack couldn't help but howl in pain.

He felt his right wrist being tightly clamped by steel.

Extremely painful, completely unable to exert any strength.

At the same time.

Zack felt a sense of coolness.

Some liquid was pouring down his hair.

That stuff got into his eyes, causing a burning pain.

Fuck!

What is going on?

Zack hurriedly reached out, wanting to wipe his eyes.

However, his right hand was tightly clamped and couldn't break free at all.

He had to use his left hand to wipe his eyes.

Then, he saw.

A young man with black hair and black eyes, wearing a wine-red suit, appearing in front of him.