When My Girlfriend Faked Her Death, I Married Her Rich Aunt

In order to please Rachel, they began to attack me indiscriminately. "People need dignity and trees need bark. Rachel doesn't even remember you, but you're still clinging to her like a lapdog. You're really embarrassing for men. If you really need women, wouldn't you take off all your clothes and lie on the rich woman's bed?"

"You're also making a scene at someone else's wedding. You can't bear to see your brother happy. You're really vicious. Looking at his ferocious face, you know he's a domestic violence maniac after marriage. Fortunately, Rachel didn't marry such a criminal."

At this moment, Patrick suddenly pointed at my wrist in panic, "Brother, I told you that President Jones would be there today, so how dare you bring this fake 'Only Love in This Life'? Could it be that you say you love Rachel, but you actually want to seduce President Jones?"

As soon as I said this, everyone noticed the watch on my hand.

Someone immediately said loudly, "I heard that a man who claimed to be Miss Jones's one-night stand came to her house. After hearing this, her husband just took off the piece of 'Love of This Life' for one day. The next day, this man was found in the underground gray industrial chain of Country A with a collar tied around his neck and all his limbs were missing."

Hearing this, Rachel's face suddenly sank.

Patrick said hypocritically, "Rachel, so many people are watching, my brother's hands can't be kept before Mr. Jones finds out."

Rachel was silent for two seconds and then took a table knife from the table. I took two steps back, but was surrounded by people and several strong guests directly held my hands.

"Rachel, if you dare to hurt me, Julia will not let you go."

"Brother, don't be so stubborn now. You don't know how cruel President Jones is. When she comes to deal with you, it will take more than just a pair of hands. Rachel only wants your hands because you are her ex-fiance."

Rachel approached me and a flash of pity flashed in her eyes. "I will be gentle."

I was forced to hold my hands and despair swept over me.

I shouted with a pale face, "Let go, my wife is Julia!"

Everyone looked at me like a madman.

Rachel squatted down, "I know you love me too much, so you want this a way to attract my attention. Don't say such crazy words again. I won't despise you even if you lose your hand."

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her knife. The watch and my palm were chopped off. Patrick quickly picked up the severed hand and threw it out of the window.

My eyes were bloodshot and I almost fainted from the pain.

When I looked up, I saw his sinister smile of success in my blurred vision.

"Rachel, that's enough. Be careful not to recover your memory and end up in trouble." A friend couldn't help but whispered.

Patrick interrupted immediately, "Rachel, President Jones is coming soon. Do you want to watch my brother's limbs being chopped off and put in a dog collar?"

"It's better to get a prosthesis without a hand than to lose your life."

Rachel's wavering face suddenly became firm. Seeing me shivering and curled up, she gritted her teeth, "Mike, I'm doing this for your own good. I will make it up to you in the future. "

My face turned pale, cold sweat covered my face and I was in so much pain that I couldn't speak.

When the silver-shining hilt was about to fall again, the door of the banquet hall was suddenly pushed open.

Julia, surrounded by a crowd of people, strode in with high heels.