My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 633

Kevin Kyle had taken over Rovio at a young age and led Rovio to a new glory. But what about Chace Yaleman?

He had yet to enter the core management of the Yaleman Group, and the illegitimate children of his father were still fighting with him for the inheritance.

When he was still struggling to find the woman who should be his, Kevin had married this woman a step ahead of him. Now their child was already a few years old.

He and Kevin were born into rich and powerful families, but why were their encounters completely different?

Was this fate?

However, Chace was not a person who believed in fate.

He believed that as long as he was willing to work hard, he could also have everything that Kevin had.

It was this kind of persistence that made him observe Kevin's every move all these years. His persistence became a mental illness.

However, when he had worked so hard for so many years and was getting closer and closer to Kevin. He thought he was about to replace Kevin.

But just as he was ready to have a good fight with Kevin, Kevin retaliated, leaving him almost no chance to fight back.

The Yaleman Group, whose former glory were said to be comparable to that of Rovio, was completely crushed by Kevin's attack in such a short time, that it seemed like the Yaleman Group's glory had never existed before.

All of this was done by Kevin and his team. It was Kevin who made him lose everything. How could he not hate him?

"Big bad guy!" Little Karen wiped the tears off her face as she pursed her lips. She was so afraid that her little body trembled uncontrollably.

She missed her father and Brother Lionel. If her father and Brother Lionel were here, they would definitely defeat the bad guy!

"You're right, little thing. I'm a big bad guy!" Chace patted her little pink face and said with a smile, "But, little rascal, what else can you do to me except calling me a bad guy?"

Little Karen pursed her lips. She did not want to cry, but big tears rolled down her cheeks. She was still afraid.

Looking at Little Karen's crying face, Chace was exhilarated. He said, "Little rascal, let me tell you. If I let go of your hand, you will fall on the hard floor and may shatter into pieces. When your father arrives, what he may see is just a broken doll."

Chace imagined the scene where the little girl falls to the ground covered in blood. He laughed crazily and shook his head. He sighed and said, "It's a pity that such a pretty child would die just like that."

"Daddy, Mommy, Brother Lionel..." Little Karen's mouth twitched as she sobbed and called out the person she trusted the most. They were her strongest backers and the people who could make her feel safe.

"Little thing, cry louder. If I see that you're pitiful, I might not have the heart to smash you into pieces." Chace's tone was like that of a gruesome killer.

"Go to hell!" Karen shouted.

The moment Chace finished his sentence, Karen's voice came from behind him. At the same time, a stick landed heavily on his head.

"You-" Having been hit on the head, Chace could only feel heaviness in his head. His vision went black. He couldn't see anything nor hear anything.