Taming my Ex-Fiancée’s uncle
Alex turned around only to see a man clad in black standing right behind them.
The man was a handsome blasian in his early 30s
“Marshal,” Alex greeted, his lips forming a sly grin.
“Boss,” Marshal responded with a smirk.
Ralph, who sat at a corner hurriedly stood up to meet Marshal.
“Hello there buddy,” Marshal said, he softly massaged the tiger on the head.
“So what did you find,” Alex asked in a tone full of impatience.
He wanted to go and rescue Olivia right there and then but he would be a fool to go without listening to whatever Marshal wanted to say.
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