Chapter 90

Catch the thief, get dirty and catch Jian in bed.

It's no waste of time. Tracy wasted so much effort to make such a good play.

A handful of photos were scattered on the ground and looked at Vincent jokingly. While the other party was flustered, he still pretended and glared at Tracy, "what do you want to do?"

"I'll send you something. Of course, you can continue to choose to call the police," Tracy said, motioning buck to take out his cell phone and give it to the other party.

"Mr. Casso, let me dial the number for you?" buck understood, took out the phone and made a telephone gesture.

"You..."

"How could it be like this."

Vincent clenched his teeth and was in a dilemma. Monica squatted down and picked up the picture.

When she heard her husband's voice at the door just now, she guessed something, but she didn't expect it to be worse than she thought.

In the photo in his hand, Vincent was naked and kissed a big man. The dazzling content was like a heavy hammer hitting Monica's nerve.

The corners of his mouth kept shaking and looked at Vincent unbelievably. He fell to the ground in a trance.

I was dizzy. Everything in the past hovered in my mind. I suddenly found that any sweet words and vows were false. It seemed that I might just be the other party's fig leaf.

Lies, scams, disguises, a lot of words, which appear in Monica's head.

Tracy was surprised to see Monica fall to the ground and immediately reached out to help her up.

The soft body seems to have no bones. It can't stand up at all. We can only rely on him.

Is it a little too much.

Tracy sighed, but immediately confirmed his idea that he needed to take strong medicine for his serious illness.

If you don't give the Italian national treasure goddess some cruel medicine, I'm afraid she still lives in her own dream and wants to give birth to each other. What a ridiculous idea.

If you don't beat her to pieces, you have no chance to sew and mend.

Vincent didn't know at first, so when he saw Monica's reaction, he noticed the photos on the ground.

He doesn't have to bend down to pick it up. He can see the contents of the picture clearly.

His face turned white in an instant. He quickly raised his head and wanted to catch Monica, "Monica, i... I..."

"Bring your dirty hands."

Tracy opened Vincent's extended hand and pushed him. He hit the door and his back hurt.

At this time, the people in the bedroom heard the sound and came out.

It's the burly man in the picture. According to Renault's survey, it's also a little star in France.

"Vincent, what's going on?"

He came out and saw that Vincent seemed to be confronting people and didn't understand the situation. He came to the door angrily with unfriendly eyes and looked at Tracy and them.

Monica saw this man, just like the man in the photo. She was dizzy again, and tears came out unconsciously. Her sorrow was no greater than death.

Tears fell on Tracy's clothes and instantly got wet. Tracy stroked Monica, took a paper towel from buck and wiped her tears.

There was a confrontation between the two sides, and Vincent was pale and speechless. The big man, with a frozen look in his eyes, wanted to see that Tracy was the Lord. He brightened his muscles and protested: "boy, what do you want? Do you want trouble?"

The muscles in front of his chest beat a few times with his active body and leaned against Tracy, which seemed to be against Tracy.

Buck and Renault behind him were about to come forward to control each other, but Tracy looked back.

"I fuck your mother."

When the big man was within the attack range, Tracy did not hesitate to give his hand. First, he made a hook and blew it on the other party's stomach. It was visible to the naked eye that the big man's face was gradually distorted.

This was not over, and then a straight fist hit him in the face with enough strength. The man didn't have time to respond. He didn't shout out. He took a few steps back, lost consciousness and fell on his back.

"The boss won't kill him, will he?"

"Should... No."

Renault whispered, and Buck was not sure. I can't bear to look straight at them. They know too much about the strength of their boss's hand. If they are so positive, they will have a concussion or become idiots.

It seems that they still don't use their best. They know that the boss will be extremely excited and won't be so calm.

Vincent was silly. There was a slightly thin male model inside. He looked out against the wall and didn't dare to come out.

Tracy's sudden move, without warning, surprised the sad Monica.

"Let me help you back to the car first?"

Tracy asked, gently holding Monica's shoulder.

It was different from the ferocious appearance just now. Monica's cool heart seemed to inject a warm current, her body recovered some mobility and nodded gently.

"Renault, watch them."

Before going downstairs, I didn't forget to give an instruction. One white and one black agreed casually and stood at the door like a door god.

At the end of the corridor of the hotel, the waiter at the service desk found the situation here, but he didn't dare to come forward and called the security personnel of the store.

The security guards are all like goods. When they see these two big men, their legs tremble. It is suggested that the hotel call the police. They don't want to find this trouble.

Downstairs, Tracy placed Monica in the car. Before leaving, she kissed Monica on the face. Without saying anything more, she immediately returned upstairs.

Vincent is not a person who has never seen wind and waves. Give him some buffer time and calm down slowly. But the sound of his heart beating violently has betrayed him, but he is still pretending to be himself.

His eyes have been fixed on the photos in Renault's hand. He knows very well that the most important thing now is not to let these things fall out.

"What do you want?"

As soon as Tracy showed up, Vincent couldn't wait to speak.

"I really want to beat you."

Tracy came up to him and punched him in the stomach as he spoke.

The other hand grabbed his collar so that his bowed body would not fall to the ground.

Then, another punch.

"If Monica hadn't been there just now, I would have wanted to beat you. You can sue me for intentional injury. I'll accompany you at any time."

He loosened each other's collar, let Vincent fall to the ground and wiped his fist with a paper towel, "To tell you the truth, it's no fun to file a lawsuit with you and burn you into bankruptcy. Monica's part of your property. I don't want her to lose anything. I'll ask someone to send the divorce agreement to you and sign your name as soon as possible. It's good for everyone. You can't give Monica less points. Just remind you, you'd better not think about making a wrong idea. If you press me I can promise not to publish the photos. Of course, if you want to file a lawsuit, I'll accompany you at any time. "

Vincent knelt on the ground and retched. His tummy was not enough to describe. Tracy's words, even if he didn't want to hear them, would be printed in his mind.

Monica is still waiting for him in the car. Without much nonsense, she takes Renault and buck downstairs.

"Boss, if the boy agrees to your terms, let him go?" Renault whispered.

Tracy gave him a white eye and walked out of the hotel door. "I said I promise, okay."

"Hey, hey, understand."

If Renault doesn't understand this, he can find a piece of tofu and kill him.

Back in the car, Monica looks a little dull. She sees Tracy and recovers a little.

Tracy lovingly pulled her into her arms, "don't worry, don't think too much, everything has me, and everything will be fine."