My Waste Husband novel Chapter 836

Jeremiah looked at the woman who appeared from the door, and his pupils suddenly shrank, "Sylvia! It's you!"

Sylvia glanced at Jeremiah and walked behind Henry. She put her two soft arms on Henry's shoulders. "Honey, have you finished recording?"

"Yeah." Henry nodded and took out a recording pen from his coat pocket. "Everything is inside. With this recording, it's enough to send him to prison."

Jeremiah stared at the recording pen that Henry took out, then turned his eyes to Sylvia and scolded, "B*tch, you tricked me!"

"Ha?" Henry's eyes were cold, and he suddenly stood up and kicked Jeremiah in the chest.

Jeremiah was thrown into the air like a cannonball and crashed into the wall behind him. The wall cracked open.

Henry rushed forward, held Jeremiah's throat, and knocked him on the wall.

The fierce impact, as well as the fact that his throat was locked, made Jeremiah look like a weak frog, leaning against the wall and keeping stamping his feet.

Henry suddenly lifted his knee and heavily pressed it against Jeremiah's left leg.

"Crack!" Even people who were a few metres away could clearly hear it, and they unconsciously shivered.

Jeremiah, who was still struggling, immediately let out a painful scream.

As soon as Henry let go of him, Jeremiah fell to the ground. He held his left leg and kept rolling and screaming. His left leg was completely destroyed by Henry.

"It seems that you didn't take my suggestion seriously." Henry clapped his hands and walked aside.

"Call... call! Call my grandfather!" Jeremiah shouted painfully.

The nearly 100 strong men who had come with Jeremiah, standing outside the door, did not dare to act rashly at this moment. Henry's attack had frightened them. He had attacked twice. Once, Jeremiah's finger was broken. The other time, Jeremiah's leg was crippled. Such a role was not easily provoked by these strong men. They usually took advantage of their large number of people to bully others. When they really met that kind of fierce character, they did not dare to fight against him.

A man outside the door took out his mobile phone in a panic and made a phone call.

Jeremiah's grandfather, Penn.

As the old man who struggled with Robert in the past, his prestige in Ningzhong City was exactly the same as that of Robert in Yinzhou.

A person that could stand at the peak of a city was not simple at all. How could a simple person sweep away so many opponents in front of him and climb to the top?

Penn, dressed in a Chinese Tang costume, was sitting in an old teahouse, making a cup of hot tea, enjoying his life.

Outside the teahouse, bodyguards and drivers blocked the entrance of the teahouse, and no one could go in and out at will.

There was a rush of footsteps.

There was a look of dissatisfaction on Penn's wrinkled face. "Didn't I tell you not to disturb me when I am drinking tea?"

The person who came was a middle- aged man in his fifties. He lowered his head and said, "Sorry, Master Rong. It's just that something happened to the Young Master."

"Jere is in trouble?" Penn, dressed in a Tang suit, suddenly stood up. Jeremiah was his eldest grandson and the only descendant of the Rong Family. The rest of them were women. In his heart, Jeremiah was his flesh and blood, the foundation of the Rong Family's inheritance. "Tell me what happened to Jere!"

"Master Rong, the young master's affairs are known by the people in Yinzhou. It is said that Sylvia personally brought people here. She... she..." the person looked at Penn and dared not to go on.