Primo Jones reacted first, placing the bag he was holding in Yolanda Taylor’s hand, pulling his leg up and going after her.
Yolanda Taylor froze for a moment, looked down at the bag in her hand, worried that something had happened to Primo Jones, and followed after him.
Gwen Fox’s car hadn’t even reached the entrance to the Civil Affairs Bureau when he saw Rhonda’s men. The man who grabbed the bag recognized him, called out to him, and threw the bag through the window of the car.
After throwing the bag, the man ran away. Primo Jones turned the corner from the Civil Affairs Bureau and saw the man’s clothes, and only thought of chasing the man down, and did not notice Gwen Fox, who was parked on the side of the car.
Gwen Fox picked up the small bag that fell under the car, which neatly contained Yolanda Taylor’s ID card, family register, and photocopies.
When he looked up, he saw that Yolanda Taylor had followed after him.
Gwen Fox’s eyes sank as she put the items back, opened the door and got out of the car, walking over to a nearby trash can and burning the entire bag with her lighter.
After doing this, Primo Jones was already escorting the man over.
Gwen Fox stomped out the last of the sparks and looked at Yolanda Taylor, who was rushing over to him, and he took the lighter back inside his pocket.
Yolanda Taylor had chased the man all the way and was gasping for breath, when she saw Gwen Fox, she blushed badly, “Where’s my stuff?”
“Burned.”
“Gwen Fox!”
Yolanda Taylor was in disbelief, but she soon saw the pile of ashes by that trash can.
After realizing that he had literally burned his papers, she was so angry that she was shaking, and with her bag in hand, she went right up to him and slammed it on him, “You psycho! Who are you to burn my things! By what right!”
She yelled as she smashed him with the bag, and Gwen Fox wouldn’t fight back, just stood there and let her move.
He called out to her in a hushed voice, but Yolanda Taylor was so out of control she couldn’t hear him.
She was now dying to kill Gwen Fox!
“You lunatic! Psycho! You think that’s going to stop me from marrying Primo Jones! You think that’s going to keep me from marrying him? You dream! You dream Gwen Fox!”
She roared hysterically, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on and whose fur had all exploded.
Gwen Fox, afraid she would hurt herself, raised her hand and caught her wrist, “Dear-”
He spoke, pained and desperate.
Primo Jones let go of the man’s hand and reached out to pull Yolanda Taylor into his arms, but Gwen Fox was one step ahead of him.
No sooner had Gwen Fox pulled the man into his arms, however, than he was bit hard on the wrist by Yolanda Taylor.
He ate the pain and let go of his hand slightly as Primo Jones was already holding Yolanda Taylor back.
“Yolanda, calm down.”
Yolanda Taylor couldn’t calm down, but her strength wasn’t as strong as Primo Jones’, and with her person being hooped by him, she could only look straight at Gwen Fox with red eyes, “You’re disgusting, Gwen Fox!”
Hearing her words, Gwen Fox reached halfway to the hand slightly paused, he looked at her, black eyes inside the suppressed pain emotion, no longer the usual cool ice cold.
Primo Jones was afraid that Yolanda Taylor would accidentally hurt herself, and could only forcefully gather the person into his arms, “Yolanda, calm down, calm down.” The wooden fragrance from Primo Jones’ body gradually calmed her down, she grabbed the hem of Primo Jones’ coat and suddenly whimpered, “He burned my ID card and account book, we can’t get married.”
She whimpered and cried out, a loud cry, like a child whose beloved candy had been snatched away.
Gwen Fox looked at her, and for some reason, she only felt a chill through her body, this year’s winter was unusually cold.
Primo Jones stroked her back, “It’s okay, it’s the same if we get the license later, the wedding is next Sunday, it won’t change.”
Yolanda Taylor nodded a little at his words.
She had calmed down a lot, but the sight of Gwen Fox still sent a rush of anger and resentment through her heart that made her want to kill him on the spot.
She was in Primo Jones’s arms and looked up at him, those eyes with tears in them, they should be soft and tender, but at this moment, there was only resentment and anger.
Such a look was like a silver needle, a thousand roots to his heart.
Gwen Fox closed his eyes, he slightly deviated his sight to Primo Jones and raised his leg to walk over, “You give her back to me!”
He almost gritted his teeth when he said this.
Primo Jones took a step back holding Yolanda Taylor, “Gwen Fox, you’re despicable.”
“You give her back!”
He repeated again, the whites of his eyes around his obsidian pupils growing red and bloodshot, Gwen Fox’s eyes were red, and the veins along the side of his forehead rose in all directions as he said it.
Primo Jones snorted coldly, “What are you to her?”
When he was done, he put Yolanda Taylor’s hat back on and tugged on his scarf, then looked down at her and said in a warm voice, “I’ll take you back and come back when you’ve made up your papers.”
“Uh-huh.”
Yolanda Taylor gave him a look, her face calmed down a lot after her emotions calmed down, just a chill.
“Yolanda Taylor you come here!”
Gwen Fox yelled lowly as she watched the two look as if no one else was there.
But no one paid any attention to him, he was just going crazy on the side of the road like a psychopath.
Looking at the two holding hands, the harmonious and cozy scene finally stung him.
Gwen Fox rushed up and forcefully pulled the two apart, his usual regal and haughty person who refused to say more than a few words was now acting like a childish adolescent, red-eyed and forceful as he snatched Yolanda Taylor into his hands.
“You’re not going with him, Dear.”
He looked down at her, his grip on her wrist tightening to a dead stop, all pleading within those dark eyes.
Yolanda Taylor looked up at him as the cold wind blew over her, the cold wind blowing across her tear-stained face like the tip of a sharp knife.
She lifted her hand to break his fingers that were holding her wrist and looked at him expressionlessly, “I begged you the same way back then, Gwen Fox.”
She had begged him, in the loving warmth of that desperate and sad night, she had wrapped her arms around his waist and begged him, “Gwen, will you stay.”
All the pride of her life had been inside that night, but he’d gone anyway, and after giving her five million dollars and telling her to behave herself, then he’d gone.
Thinking about the past, Yolanda Taylor looked at Gwen Fox in front of her and thought he was ridiculous, “Get a grip, Gwen Fox.”
She said while laughing softly.
The wind rolled her words into his heart and it was like it was wrapped in razor blades that cut through him.
When she finished, she wrenched his last finger away with all her might and took a step backward into Primo Jones’ arms, “You think I can’t get married just because you destroyed my papers? You are so childish, Gwen Fox.”
She had calmed and sobered up, and what she said was more solid than anything else, but he had no way to refute it.