The Big Shot's Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy

Parking Lot

Billy Allen stepped out of the elevator, his pale face flushed with shame and anger.

So many people, and that Ninevara Flynn had the audacity to humiliate him!

He strode forward, as if trying to escape this place. His once proud back slumped, looking utterly defeated.

What kind of people dared to talk to him like that.

Just because they designed better clothes, they think they’re so great.

If it weren’t for that woman’s liking, this kind of person, selling clothes, wouldn’t be worthy of carrying his shoes.

They dare to belittle him.

That Ninevara Flynn acted so aloof. Just a stinking woman who relies on men to get where she is!

Billy Allen strode forward, and after walking a distance, he suddenly stopped.

His chest heaving violently, gasping for breath. The hair held by hair gel had also fallen down.

He clenched his hands, his eyes bloodshot. The humiliation written all over his face…

But if he couldn’t get the job done, he couldn’t go back; he couldn’t report back.

Where would he find Shopie Easton again if he left tonight?

Go to Cloud Attire Rainbow Skirt Building? He probably wouldn’t even get to see Joseph Allen.

Standing still, Billy Allen took a deep breath, raising both hands to wipe his face and turned back.

But as soon as he walked to a weight-bearing pillar, he caught a glimpse of a figure in the corner of his eye.

His eyes saw it before his brain could react. He was pulled behind the weight-bearing pillar.

Two minutes later, Daisy Zane emerged from the shadows of the parking lot. She wore a black suit jacket over her skirt and a mask on her face.

As she walked back, she wiped the bloodstains on her fingers with a handkerchief from her suit pocket.

Before she came, Kevin Clark gave her the mask. The suit jacket belonged to George Dunn.

Reaching the end of a row of parking spaces, Daisy Zane lowered her head to wipe her hands and turned right.

In another direction, two men happened to walk by.

They barely caught a glimpse of Daisy Zane’s retreating figure.

The man in front wore a black haute couture suit, tall and slender. His eyes were clean and noble, with slightly upturned corners. His pale pink lips slightly pursed.

At first glance, the man looked extremely handsome, clean and mature, with a

gentle and refined temperament.

But upon closer inspection, one would find that there seemed to be an unresolved worry between his brows.

His gentle eyes contained a hint of coldness.

He was like a refined gentleman standing in the clouds, unattainable and difficult to approach.

As he caught sight of Daisy Zane’s figure, he abruptly stopped and looked towards the direction she had just been. As he turned his head, Daisy Zane went towards the elevator.

“Young Master Lane, what’s wrong?” the man beside him asked.

William Lane looked back at the direction again, slowly shifted his gaze, closed his eyes and whispered, “Nothing.”

“Young Master Lane, you should go home and rest tonight. You have been busy since you came back.”

William Lane continued to walk, “It’s fine. I don’t come back often, so naturally, I have to handle more things when I do.” The assistant didn’t say anything more and followed him.

They walked together.

As they passed a weight-bearing pillar, they suddenly came across two men from the Lane family carrying another man out of the shadows. Both men saw William Lane and called out, “Young Master.”

William Lane looked at the man being supported by the two men.

He was unable to stand on his own, probably not because his arms or legs were broken, but because he was in too much pain to stand.

He kept making painful groans from his mouth and nose.

The blood on his face seemed to be a mix of blood from his nose and mouth.

Moreover, the man’s head was tilted, his mouth open, drooling blood-stained saliva intermittently.

In short, it was a miserable sight.

Without any serious injuries, but enough to cause unbearable pain. Life would be worse than death.

“What happened?” William Lane asked with a frown.

“Young Master. It’s Third Master…” One of them spoke while glancing at the person they were holding.

A strange surprise emerged in William Lane’s eyes.

Just a few minutes ago, he did receive a call from Kevin Clark.

Kevin Clark said he would like to borrow a few people to help deal with some issues.

Then he very sarcastically asked, “What’s the matter?”

As a result, Kevin Clark said it was to help him handle some things for the little girl in his family.

The little girl in his family…

William Lane didn’t know how to describe Kevin Clark’s tone at that time. Anyway, after listening, he first felt goosebumps all over his body.

And then, he realized that Kevin Clark was showing off to him.

William Lane looked at the person being held again, and asked, “Was it you who beat him up?”

Kevin Clark didn’t tell him what had happened, just let him know that it happened in the parking lot, roughly which area. Someone had offended the little girl in his family. The little girl was going to take revenge.

He asked his people to help him wrap up, and not to get involved in the rest.

But… beating someone like this…

He suddenly was not sure whether his own people had gotten involved or not.

“We didn’t beat him up,” said another person. “It was…it was…Third Master’s wife…who was particularly cruel with her hands. Obviously, she had been trained. We were just responsible for handling the aftermath of her strike.” William Lane was silent for two seconds and then chuckled lightly. He let them take the person away.

Looking at their retreating figures, he thought, “What kind of godly character did Kevin Clark find?”

He vaguely remembered that Allonzo Hobson seemed to have mentioned in their group chat.

Kevin Clark’s girlfriend is a formidable character.

Formidable enough to be beyond the imagination of all of them.

Looking at this…could it be that he has found a tigress?

Anyway, who could tame Kevin Clark if not someone extraordinary.

While thinking so, a light and quick sound of footsteps suddenly entered William Lane’s ears.

William Lane lowered his eyes and chuckled lightly.

However, the assistant next to him looked in the direction of the sound but did not speak or move.

A few seconds later, William Lane’s eyes were covered from the back.

Olivia Lane’s voice sounded, asking, “Tell me, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?”

William Lane held her hand, pulling it down from his eyes, “Of course, it’s our gentle and beautiful mother. What’s the matter? Do you want to rebel?”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

William Lane turned around, stretched out his finger, touched her forehead gently, and said softly, “Done playing? You’re back?”

“Yeah.” Olivia Lane hugged his arm, “Brother, where are you going to stay tonight? Home?”

“Mom and Dad are at home, of course, I have to spend the night there.” William Lane, with one arm hugged by her, continued walking forward.

“Oh, you’re going back. When will you find me a sister-in-law?” Olivia Lane said, “Kevin Clark is a year younger than you, and he already has a girlfriend.”

“Kevin Clark, Kevin Clark. You’re really disrespectful.”

“You also call him by his name.”

“I’m older than him,” William Lane smiled.

“You still have the nerve to say it.” Olivia Lane pouted, “Is it an honor to be one year older?”

William Lane chuckled, “Did you also meet Kevin Clark’s girlfriend?”

“Yes. That day, we went to the Orchard Garden and happened to meet her.”

“How is she?”

“Hmm…quite beautiful.”

William Lane raised his eyebrows. It must be very beautiful for his sister to say the word beautiful.

Olivia Lane thought about it and said, “She also loves to meddle in other people’s business.”

William Lane looked at her again.. What kind of evaluation was this?