The Black woman grew angry. "Who are you?" she demanded, deeply displeased.
The men remained silent, parting to form a path.
A tall man in a sharp suit walked over.
Even surrounded by a group of burly men, he didn't look the least bit short.
At six-foot-two, he towered over the people before him.
"Let go of my wife!" His voice was cold and heavy, carrying an authority that required no anger, and his English was exceptionally fluent.
The Black woman was a little surprised. She quickly shook the person beside her. "Is that your husband?"
'Husband?'
Ashley Bowen heard the word and suddenly found it hilarious, immediately shaking her head.
"My fiancé married another woman, so I don't have a husband. Haha, I'm someone nobody wants." She was dazed and groggy. Raising her eyes to glance at the man before her, she suddenly poked his chest and burst out laughing.
"Him? Let me introduce you. He's my lover!"
