The Return Of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife (Joanna)

Chapter 1223

Half an hour later.

Harley was carried over on a stretcher.

Although he had already woken up, his face was ghastly pale, and he could not even move.

"Daddy..." He wanted to get up, but his butt was in so much pain that he could not take it anymore. He

could only lie weakly on the stretcher again.

Marcus was inconsolable. He was still angry with Harley, but now that he saw Harley was also half-

dead, he could not care less about blaming him. "Harley, what's going on?"

"Mr. Yanice, Mr. Harley was..." The subordinate said, not daring to continue.

With trembling hands, Marcus lifted the blanket and took a look.

Harley's hip was wrapped in thick gauze, but it was still obvious that he was seriously injured.

His two sons had met with an accident on the same night.

This was definitely not a coincidence. It was man-made revenge.

Only the Everett family would dare to take revenge on him like this.

"He... He's definitely not dead..." said Marcus.

He took a deep breath and fell forward the next second.

"Mr. Yanice, Mr. Yanice..." The servants hurriedly supported him.

Marcus couldn't stand this stimulation and passed out.

Soon.

The internet was flooded with negative news about Yanice Group.

[Gerry Yanice of Yanice Group died suddenly last night. Cause of death is suspected to be an

overdose.]

[Harley Yanice of Yanice Group was suspected of being involved in an illegal orgy and was attacked.]

[The Yanice Group chairman was overly sad and was hospitalized for emergency treatment.]

The internet was filled with news about Yanice Group. The popularity suppressed Bruce's news in one

go.

The media usually did not dare to report such negative news about the top wealthy families. After all,

these financial groups were rich. If they were angered, they could sue the media to bankruptcy.

Someone must have instructed them to expose the news.

At Ritz Villa.

"Oh my god, something happened to Yanice Group again."

"Is that so?" Bruce asked without thinking.

"Gerry Yanice of Yanice Group died from an overdose yesterday." Joanna was shocked when she saw

the news.

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trouble.

Of course, she didn't know that Marcus and Bruce were fighting under the dark tide.

Bruce would not let her know about this either.

He only wanted her to see the good side of him. That was enough.

Bruce snorted. "It might be karma!"

"Karma?"

Bruce sneered coldly. "This is because he had done too many bad things. Even the heavens can't

stand it anymore."

Joanna looked at Bruce in confusion after hearing it.

"This was clearly an accident. How could it be counted as karma?" thought she.

"They say that if you do too many evil deeds, you're bound to face the consequences.

"Yanice the Strange has done so many evil things in the past. It's normal for the heavens to punish him.

What goes around comes around," said Bruce.

When Joanna heard this, she frowned. "You mean that our family has suffered karma for so many

troubles too?

"Tell me honestly, did you do so many bad things that the heavens want to punish us."

When he heard this, Bruce frowned and looked at Joanna thoughtfully.

"Did I do a lot of bad things?" said he inwardly.

He subconsciously touched her chin and fell into deep thought.

"I did not seem to be a good person..." thought he.

However, this idea only lasted for a few seconds before he immediately smiled nonchalantly. "Of

course, I'm a good person.

"In terms of my career, I have created over ten thousand job opportunities for society and helped solve

the employment problems of over ten thousand people. That's why Greyport sees me as a model

taxpayer.

"In terms of my character, I love my family, my wife, and my children. I'm sincere and approachable."

"Poof," Joanna almost burst into laughter when she heard that.

"If he were approachable, there would be no criminals in this society," said she inwardly.

"In terms of personality, I'm an outstanding special talent of the National Defense Bureau. The country

has awarded me the highest honorary medal, officially certified..." Bruce suddenly paused, not wanting

to say anything else.

Joanna took a deep breath. "Didn't you say you would apply for retirement?"

Bruce felt a little heavy. "I said that it would take some time. Give me some more time."

"Bang, bang, bang!" Someone knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

The assistant and the plastic surgeon entered. "Mr. Everett, it's time for surgery."

"Oh, I'm on my way," said Bruce as he stood up.

He had already begun to do plastic surgery repairs and was starting to see results.

After a few more surgeries, he would return to his original state.

"Go ahead! I'll wait for you outside," said Joanna.