Sextuplets From Ruthless Love

"Whether it's the company or somewhere else, as long as they're mine, they would have to stay firmly by my side and never be allowed to escape or leave. I will protect them and allow them to live freely beneath my wings. Got it?"

"G-Got it."

Jessica replied stammeringly. "Live freely? If you knew who I really am, you'd probably go crazy!"

Seeing that Jessica replied to him obediently, Trevor was in a good mood as he turned around to leave.

Before he opened the door, the door was pushed open by a pair of hands.

After that, Monica's voice could be heard trying to stop someone from entering the room.

"I'm sorry, you can't go in. You can't..."

Monica could only apologize embarrassedly to Trevor, "I'm truly sorry, Mr. Gulliford. I just couldn't stop her, and the others were busy with their own matters." "It's okay." Trevor nodded without a tone of reproach

in his words. He then turned to look at Leah, his gaze filled with a hint of anger. "Get out. Don't wait for me to do it."

He has mobilized so many people, and yet Leah still stood there unscathed. Needless to say, the reason was that Maximilian had intervened in his plans.

"Don't be angry, Trevor. I'll wait for you outside. It's Grandpa who asked me to come here and discuss our engagement plans..."

"Get lost!"

Trevor's voice became much louder.

Leah panicked. She did not dare to say anything else and left.

"Don't bother about anything. Just focus on resting."

With that, Trevor took a deep breath and left the room.

Leah sat on the couch, feeling extremely infuriated.

"Those two useless idiots! I've been hanging around Trevor for so long yesterday, but neither one of them had managed to kill her! Even if they were ripped to shreds, my anger won't be appeased at all." Leah cursed inwardly. "Trevor, I really, really like you!" Leah said coyly as she saw Trevor emerging from the room.

"How do you want to die?"

Trevor did not hold back at all. His words were void of any jokes.

Anyone who dared to harm his woman would be dead, and no exceptions would be made.

"What do you mean by that, Trevor? I don't understand."

Leah frowned slightly, looking quite pale in her face.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

"Take care of this, Martin."

Trevor did not want to waste his time talking anymore.

Martin nodded and shot a glance at the men behind him.

After Leah had been dragged out of the Gulliford residence, Trevor smiled satisfactorily. However, he received a call from Martin just three minutes after she was taken away from the house.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Gulliford. It's my fault for being incompetent. Unfortunately, I just cannot offend Old Mr. Gulliford's people." "Get your ass back here."

Trevor knew that his grandfather would do such a thing.

"Yes, Mr. Gulliford."

After Martin had finished speaking, Trevor hung up immediately.

It was already lunchtime. Since Jessica was unable to come out for lunch, Monica sent her meal into the room.

Meanwhile, Trevor added an office desk inside the master bedroom so he could keep an eye on Jessica as he attended to work.

He leaned back in his chair, listening

to reports from senior executives on the other side of the computer in the conference room, occasionally glancing at Jessica, who was in front of him.

However, Jessica was oblivious to Trevor's glances. She was busy munching on pistachios while looking through Jonathan's current company information.

Perhaps she was too attentive to the

point where she had accidentally dropped a piece of pistachio into the trash can. Jessica then pouted her mouth and went on to munch on another one.

However, a dramatic scene occurred in which she accidentally dropped another pistachio into the trash can.

Jessica frowned slightly as she looked at the pistachios in the trash can.

"I can't even eat a pistachio properly. Am I at the risk of having Parkinson's disease?"

On the other side of the room, Trevor smiled helplessly and raised his hand to the senior executive in the video, signaling him to stop.

After that, he walked toward the bedside and grabbed a handful of pistachios, before returning to his office table and signaled the senior executive to continue his report.