c***k! ”
The sound of bones breaking was unmistakably clear.
Mark Davies curled up on the ground, his body involuntarily twitching.
Meanwhile, several of his underlings were wailing non-stop, their bodies covered in blood.
Everyone looked at Timothy with eyes that saw a monster.
When had this usually silent and unremarkable loser become so powerful?
Annabella sat in her chair, her gaze vacant.
Living in the same house with him for three years, she suddenly felt that she had never truly understood Timothy.
As a wife, she indeed failed.
But she shouldn’t be completely ignorant about her own husband.
The current Timothy was utterly different from before.
“Don’t you like drinking? Want to drink until you’re satisfied?”
Timothy squatted over Mark Davies’s head and casually opened a
