The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage romance Capítulo 2903

"Please, Wyvern…"

The devilish lady twitched, clearly resistant. "If the manager finds out—"

"Your manager is nothing!" Wyvern grinned, baring his teeth. "He was The Ghosters' lapdog, but guess what? Newsflash—they're all dead!"

"What?!" the lady exclaimed in shock.

"What? Didn't you hear me?! The Ghosters are dead! Even their boss is dead too!"

Just as Wyvern finished raving, the door up front suddenly opened.

"Hmm?" Wyvern looked up and found a lanky man with a split mustache staring fixedly at him.

It gave him the creeps, so he bellowed, "What are you looking at?"

However, the man narrowed his eyes and asked, "You said that Ghost is dead?"

"Yes, he's dead—what's it to you?"

Wyvern snorted in annoyance, even pursuing his lips. "Oh, right. Are you the one who's reserving all the ladies for the night?"

"I am." The man nodded.

"Rich, aren't you?"

Wyvern rubbed his chin as he studied the lanky man, only to find that his appearance was average—like a typical face in the crowd.

Chuckling, Wyvern growled, "I'm in a good mood today, so you have one chance—crawl out of here, and I'll spare your life, or else…"

"Or else?" the lanky man asked, titling his head.

"Heh."

Wyvern smirked, pointing at the doors pompously. "Or my boy outside would come in. They're in a very bad mood, and if they see your very punchable face…"

"I knew it—you're just a noob!"

He laughed viciously as the lanky man was not even dodging, already imagining how he would be clutching his face and howling in pain. "So what if you're tall?! I could punch—"

Pop!

Even as Wyvern was busy imagining his triumph, his punch struck the lanky man on the face.

However, the lanky man was not crying out or clutching his face.

Instead, it was Wyvern's knuckle that exploded into a puddle of flesh, splattering blood everywhere the instant it struck the lanky man's face!

"Argh!!!"

After shock came the screams, like a gutted pig.