Sold My Husband and Bought My Ex-Boyfriend
One Hundred Twenty Nine

Fuckttttt!

The man's hands clenched increasingly stronger. His gaze stared straight at the spot with a perfect cross-eyed look.

It seems to teach a lesson in how to make Sham live without hands and feet is still not enough. Marco had to teach the bastard who dared to mess with his own.

"Co," call Vanya a little unpleasant.

Marco immediately woke up from various daydreams and plans that he had arranged in such a way in the head.

"Yes." Yeah."

"You're angry with me?"

He took a rough breath. He smiled warmly at Vanya afterwards.

"Where could I possibly be mad at you! You better take it easy, I won't let go of the bastard and everyone who has defended his depraved behavior! I'll repay them today" Marco promised.

This time Vanya agreed and let the man show his fangs to Sham and the people who denigrated Vanya earlier. It was enough that he felt hurt by them, he thought.

Evil cannot be countered by evil. But replying to the deeds of the outrageous is necessary. So that something like this doesn't happen to anyone else out there.

"Don't cry anymore" said Marco, wiping off the last tear that battered Vanya's cheek.

"A-ak—"

Gts ... Geck.

Marco raised his hand for a moment to ask for a time lag because Vanya still seemed to want to explain the chronology of the incident first. The adjutant nodded, then waited outside the car until Vanya and Marco finished talking.

"It seems your story about that man named Sham is still incomplete. Is there anything else you want to tell me about that man? If you tell me, I won't be mad at you at all."

"Hmm." Nodding confidently, Vanya took a deep breath before starting to explain.

"His name is Mr. Sham. He was famous as the most kind-hearted foreman in this place so all the workers always respected him. He was kind to me too, but lately he's been angry because I keep refusing his invitation to get married. Maybe he's not strong anymore, so he's reckless to consume alcohol and commit such heinous acts against me."

"So you've known each other for a long time?" His hand immediately clenched. "More than just superiors and subordinates means," explained Marco in more detail.

"It's not so!" Vanya glanced towards the man's chin. Seeing Marco's angry face at a glance and again hid his face in the man's chest.

"Actually he was the son of a family whose clothes I always washed. All this time I've been a laundry laborer in his family's place."

"So he's the one!? You washed that motherfucker's shirt?" Marco nodded unconsciously. His eyebrows are getting closer and closer to each other. "I'm really not willing! It feels like eating human flesh right now!"

"Don't scold me. I did it because of circumstances and it took a lot of money. After you came I immediately resigned from the job, too" complained Vanya in self-defense.

If this is how Marco can do? Either way, this is his fault.

If he does not abandon Vanya for too long, perhaps the fate of the woman will not be as bad as this until it becomes the subject of insults and accused of having illegitimate children. For that matter Vanya deliberately not story. He was afraid Marco would kill the men and end up in prison.

"Geez!"

A rough breath of gashes came out of Marco's respiratory tract just like that. The man scooped his face with a rough left hand.