In this world, Maxwell Peary is destined to be a king.
And she is the only queen standing beside the king.
"Nia Mitchell, I hate you, I even dream of tearing you to pieces."
Belinda Swan's twisted face suddenly raised a sinister smile.
"It's okay, I can wait. I believe you will get what you deserve. You're just a mistress. I'm his fiancée, yet you barged in!"
Everyone outside knows she is the true Mrs. Peary. Belinda Swan is Maxwell Peary's wife.
Now, as long as Nia Mitchell is dead, she can definitely have Maxwell Peary.
Haha!
Belinda Swan laughed madly, squatting there with a triumphant face.
"Nia Mitchell, why don't you just die?"
She suddenly stretched out her hands and shook Nia Mitchell's shoulders violently, her eyes blood-red and wide open.
Nia Mitchell was completely frightened by her, her whole body trembling.
All around, several men stood there with guns in hand, as if ready to finish her at any moment.
Where is Maxwell Peary?
