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Goodbye, My Love

Chapter 580
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“How dare you!”

Loraine kept staring at him with that cold gaze. “I did, so?”

Flash already had a bit to drink and so he wasn’t thinking properly. He grabbed Loraine by the wrist and pulled

her closer to himself. “You'll pay for that slap with your body, bitch!”

He leered at her pretty face, excited in his drunken gaze.

He reached down to grope her, but before he could make contact with her body, a large hand clasped down on

his shoulder from behind.

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A sudden searing pain cwith the clasp as Flash felt his bones dislocating.

The next second, Flash was on the floor, wailing.

“It hurts! Oh my God! It hurts! Who hit me?”

He snapped his head up, furious and determined to make whoever it was pay. However, when he saw the face of

the man glaring down at him, his fury vanished and he froze in shock.

Protection

Flash felt his heart sink.

It was Marco!

What was he doing here?

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Marco looked at Flash as though he were staring at rotten pork.

“Where did you get the audacity to touch Loraine? Are you tired of life? Do you wantto send you to your

maker?”

Marco was giving Flash the semotionless, frigid gaze and tone that

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Loraine had been giving him a few moments ago. However, it was way scarier when Marco did it.

Weren't Marco and Loraine divorced? Why was he still standing up for her?

Flash was so scared that he forgot his pain for the moment. He crawled to Marco's feet, groveling. “I'm so sorry. |

had too much to drink and

| wasn’t thinking straight.”

Marco wasn’t having his apology. He kicked him and stomped on his dislocated shoulder. His voice was

dangerously low as he asked, “You got drunk, huh? Are you sober now?”

Flash screamed Like a pig at the slaughter, holding his shoulder. “I'm sober! I'm sober Please forgive me!”

The commotion he made was enough to draw attention to them.