The Adorable Twins and Their CEO Daddy Chapter 67

Jealousy

"Are you okay?" The man’s cold voice sounded.

In a daze, Eliana looked up and met Preston’s gaze.He was frowning, and his eyes were flickering
dangerously.

"I’m… I’m fine."

Still panicstricken, Eliana didn’t realize she was in his arms until now.She immediately jumped to her
feet and helped him up.

In doing so, she inadvertently held the man’s hand.His burning skin grazed hers like a jolt of electricity,
making her heart beat wildly.

But the owner of the shop wasn’t done just yet.He growled and held up his knife once more.

Maurice didn’t hesitate and kicked him square on the chest.

"Go to hell, you b*****d!"

The owner was flung backward and he smashed into some porcelain vases behind him.He spat out a
mouthful of blood.

Before he could do anything, the men in black quickly surrounded and subdued him.

When the lights came back on, Eliana found herself standing in a mess.






Furniture and porcelain was scattered all over the floor, and the owner’s men were all crying and
screaming as the men in black pressed them to the ground.

Blood dribbling down his chin, the owner looked up at Maurice in disbelief.

"How dare you make trouble in my shop? Do you know who I am?" he demanded.

Maurice looked down at him with cruel eyes and a face as cold as ice.He was in all black, as if Death
himself had come to take the owner and his men.

The owner couldn’t help but shiver under the man’s gaze.

"Get them out of my sight,"

Maurice hissed through gritted teeth.

"Yes, sir!" the men in black answered in unison, which was deafening in the small, enclosed shop.

The tables had turned too fast.

Before Eliana could gather her bearings, Maurice had already dragged her out of the antique shop and
into the sunlight.

"What… what’re you doing here?"

She looked at him in disbelief, wondering if she was seeing an apparition.

The coldness in Maurice’s eyes didn’t fade away just yet.

He scolded mercilessly, "I should be asking you the same thing! How could you just jump into such an
obvious trap?"



Eliana pursed her lips tightly, her eyes fixed on Maurice.

How did Preston know that it was a trap? Did he come here just to save her? But Maurice’s next
sentence crushed her fantasy in the blink of an eye.

"Luckily for you, my client wanted to come here with her bodyguards.Otherwise, how could I have
saved you?"

His client? Bodyguards? What kind of clients did Preston have? He was probably entertaining a rich
woman.

Eliana’s eyes clouded over at once.

Through gritted teeth, she spat, "You must be so popular."

"Eliana…"

A weak voice called out her name.

Only then did Eliana remember that she had come here with someone.

"Bradly!"

She whirled around in a heartbeat and ran to the injured Bradly.

Looking him up and down carefully, she asked, "How are you? Where does it hurt?"

Just now, Bradly was outnumbered yet he still bravely fought to the best of his abilities.

Eliana trembled, just thinking about it.But before Bradly could answer, he was interrupted by a loud
sneer.



Maurice’s black eyes bore a hole through his head.

"You were the one who brought Eliana here, aren’t you? You knew this was a black market where all
kinds of scum hang out.You don’t even have the means to protect yourself, let alone Eliana.Did you
want her killed?"

"I… That wasn’t my intention… I’m sorry…"

Bradly hung his head guiltily.

"This is all my fault.When I heard that they were selling Argyle pink diamonds here, I got too excited to
verify the information beforehand."

However, Eliana’s face suddenly fell.

"Bradly! Your hand!"

Bradly followed her gaze only to find that his right hand was covered in blood.It was wounded so
severely that it looked like something straight out of a horror film.

Eliana wrung her hands anxiously.

Bradly was a designer.

If something bad happened to his right hand, how could he draw?!

"Preston! Did you take your care here? Can you drive us to the hospital?"

Eyes big and filled with fear and worry, Eliana turned to Maurice pleadingly.

Seeing that she was so distraught over another man, Maurice couldn’t help but seethe with rage.



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