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Chapter 698 Mr. Fitzgerald Became Impotent
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Whether it was Kieran or Simon, Mike had been very scornful before; after all, he had suffered too many losses at

the hands of their two brothers and had almost become a bereaved dog.

But now, he's not afraid at all.

Who would be afraid of a cripple?

His uncle was partial to Kieran and Simon, but that was when they were able-bodied. Now, it was impossible for

Uncle to favour a cripple!

Simon has become a cripple, even if his eldest uncle dislikes him, he can only help support him to the top!

After all, the man in charge of the Fitzgerald's couldn't be a cripple!

This time, no one will be able to steal the position of Fitzgerald's president from him!

With this in mind, the smugness on Mike's face intensified a little more, he had waited so many years for his time to

finally belong to him!

"Mike, you want to sit as the president of Fitzgerald's?" Kieran's face did not have any of the anger or resentment of

being sneered at, only a silence like a dark pond, a pair of black eyes that could not be seen to the end, making him

look inexplicably profound.

"Unfortunately, I'm just afraid you don't have it in you!"

Mike was already in a bad temper, and now that he was being told by a cripple that he was incapable, he was

instantly annoyed.

He grimly hooked his lips at Kieran, "Cripple, I'm not capable, but you, a cripple, are capable?"

"When you have your amputation, you won't be able to take care of yourself on the toilet!"

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Speaking of this, Mike couldn't control his laughter, "Hahahahaha! A person who can't even take care of himself and

still tries to steal the position of Fitzgerald's president from me, Cripple, you're just dreaming!"

When Tomas and Mike entered, Freya was standing inside the room the whole time. She didn't want them to know

about her current relationship with Kieran, so she kept standing quietly to the side, trying to reduce her presence.

However, she couldn't bear to hear the words "Cripple" from Mike.

She stepped forward and snapped coldly at Mike, "Mike, shut up! Brother will not become crippled! The position of

Fitzgerald's president, you'll never have it in this life!"

The corner where Freya was standing was rather remote, so Mike hadn't really noticed her just now, but now that

he heard her voice, his eyes, involuntarily, fell on her.

He looked Freya up and down. He had, before, coveted Freya's beauty, and now, seeing Freya's angry look, she

seemed to be a little more beautiful, and he couldn't help but gulp.

Looking at Freya, and then at Kieran, Mike understood something instantly.

"So defensive of your dead husband's own brother?"

The corners of Mike's lips hooked in an impish yet frivolous smile, "Unfortunately then, this little lover of yours will

soon be amputated! Become completely crippled!"

Before Mike could finish his sentence, Freya slapped him hard on the face.

Mike didn't expect Freya to dare to hit him, he was unprepared and one of his faces was directly knocked askew by

Freya.

He originally had a few moments of teasing towards Freya, but now after receiving this slap, that face was instantly

only as grim as a viper.

His eyes, locked for an instant on Freya's face, seemed to want to pierce a hole in her face.

Facing Mike's sorrowful gaze, Freya did not panic in the slightest, she sneered and hooked her lips, "Mike, your

mouth really stinks! Don't worry, I'll never follow you in my life because, I'm afraid I'll die of your stench!"

"Freya, say that again!"

The dark clouds on Mike's face were as cold as a giant python that wanted to devour people into its belly, "Say it!"

"Mike, I say, you stink so badly you might as well be a piece of shit!"

"Freya!"

Mike was just about to have a fit, but Kieran's voice, so cold that it seemed to come from the eighteenth level of

hell, rang out in the air, "Get out!"

Mike dared to go against Kieran and Simon, so he was naturally bold, but when he heard Kieran's voice, he still

couldn't help but shiver.

After a brief moment of panic, he felt funny again.

He's just a cripple!

He would soon, take everything from this cripple, including, this dainty beauty!

Mike's eyes, as if dipped in poisonous juice, swept frivolously over Freya, and finally, landed on him with a

meaningful look.

He took a small step forward, smirking, "Freya, he's the waste, you come to me! I promise, I won't let you starve!"

Ignoring the disgust in Freya's eyes, after saying this, Mike burst out laughing wildly.

If he had only spoken out of turn to take advantage of her, she could have tolerated it, but she couldn't stand him

insulting Mr. Fitzgerald again and again!

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Glancing at a glass on the bedside table, Freya grabbed the glass and smashed it unceremoniously against Mike's

head.

After the fire last night, although Freya's body was still a little worse for wear, the strength she was able to exert in

her anger was not small.

The glass smashed hard against the side of Mike's head, instantly blood came out.

He stood in a daze for a long time, not looking back.

Seeing the blood on Mike's forehead, Freya finally felt slightly relieved.

She followed Mike's example and curled her lips up wistfully, "Mike, I suggest you go and cure this brain-damaged

problem of yours first, otherwise, you'll really be handicapped for life!"

"Mike, how are you?!" Tomas saw the blood seen on Mike's forehead and instantly became anxious.

He couldn't pretend to be a good uncle anymore, his eyes were round and he stared at Freya viciously, "If anything

happens to Mike, I won't spare you!"

"Uncle, you don't need to threat me, I am not intimidated by anyone!"

Freya met Tomas's gaze without fear, "If anything really happened to Mike, he brought it on himself, he deserved

it!"

"You!" Tomas was so angry and almost suffocated himself.

He stared at Freya with hatred, his eyebrows full of threats, but Mike was not very angry this time, on the contrary,

in his eagle eyes, which were soaked with poison, there was a touch of indescribable interest, that is, the imperative

to capture the prey.

"Freya, one day you'll be begging to me!"