Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 953: If You Make My Wife Angry, I’ll Twist Your Head Off

Jun Moyan completely ignored the girl’s words, treating her from head to toe as if she were air.

After speaking, he turned to leave.

The girl immediately panicked.

Wells’ threatening words rang out: "Third Young Master Jun, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. You chose this path yourself, so you’d better be confident in your stability."

"Daddy..." the girl became anxious.

Jun Moyan’s steps paused as he intended to leave, a flash of murder in his eyes, then a bloodthirsty smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

He turned back, looked at Wells, and said, "Mr. Wells, if you’re interested in being a stumbling block, I don’t mind making a few more Xu Xiaos in this world."

"You..."

It was the first time someone dared to speak to him like this, utterly audacious to the extreme.

Wells was greatly provoked.

"Moyan, you..." the girl was hurt by Jun Moyan’s harsh words.

Jun Moyan’s icy gaze withdrew from the enraged Wells and fell onto the girl’s face.

His hand, which had been in his trouser pocket, came out, and his right hand reached to touch the couple’s ring on his left ring finger that matched with Wen Xiao’ai’s, his thumb brushing against the band.

The girl saw Jun Moyan looking at her, and her heart instantly leapt in nerves, her eyes lit up looking at Jun Moyan.

She completely forgot this man had been opposing her father a moment ago.

Just as she felt moved for a few seconds, Jun Moyan coldly uttered.

"I have a family, prettier and more precious than you."

The girl was stunned, her face’s joy froze instantly.

"...What did you say?"

She doubted whether she heard him wrong.

She hadn’t recovered from Jun Moyan’s bomb-like words when she heard Jun Moyan speak again.

"Don’t attach yourself to me again, my wife is fragile. If you infuriate her, I’ll twist your head off."

Jun Moyan’s tone suddenly intensified as he spoke the last few words, his gaze as sharp and cold as a blade seemed to pierce her head.

The girl shivered in fear, her face turned pale.

"Jun Moyan, don’t be too arrogant!" Wells was furious.

Jun Moyan just gave him a cold look, this time not even bothering to reply, turning away and leaving.

Left everyone present with an extreme, arrogant departing silhouette.

He was the first to dare speak such words in this place, in front of so many people from the NEW organization, to their leader.

Wells was so angry that his lips were trembling, a cold gleam in his eyes, like venomous eyes pinned on Jun Moyan’s departing figure.

His fingers clenching the wine glass tightened inch by inch.

"Crack..."

The wine glass shattered in Wells’ hand in response.

Wine mixed with glass shards scattered everywhere.

"Courting death."

Wells gritted his teeth, spitting out the two words coldly, his eyes full of murderous intent.

As Jun Moyan walked out of the palace, an incredibly low-profile Volkswagen stopped in front of him.

He reached out, pulled open the car door, and got in.

The moment the car door closed, the vehicle quickly drove away from here.

"Third Young Master, everything is ready." Qing Yi, who was driving, handed Jun Moyan in the back seat a black remote control.

Jun Moyan leaned forward slightly, and reached out to take it.

As their vehicle had just driven less than two hundred meters, six unmarked cars followed them.

"Third Young Master, they’re following us." Qing Yi glanced at the rearview mirror, started to accelerate, and the car speed instantly soared.