Husband Trash!!! Reaven Crow: The Demon From the East Border

Chapter 9

AURREEKK!!!!!

The sharp sound of paper tear filled the air, immediately making everyone stop their ridicule, as they looked at Reaven in silence with a look of disbelief.

"what is...!??"

"haa-h???"

"..........."

"That trash dared to rip his check!?"

"He ripped off a thirty thousand dollar check!"

"Is he crazy ?!"

"joe.. He's crazy!"

Ryan's face darkened.

Everyone watched in disbelief as Reaven gently tossed the pieces of the torn check in front of the table.

"Ryan Muller, you're just an outsider. You have no right to interfere in our affairs!" the cold Reaven tone was full of displeasure.

"You!!" Ryan who became angry reflex stood up and raised his index finger on Reaven's face. No one dared to be so arrogant towards him!

Robert and Karen who saw the young Master Muller stood up.

The Archers were as furious as Ryan, as they angrily charged forward to surround Reaven, as if they were about to hit him.

A czech!!!

As the conflict heats up, someone opens the door and enters.

"W-what happened?" there was a confused voice of a woman.

Reaven's heart was pounding, and his body was stiffening.

He could never forget that familiar voice, which was already stored deep in his mind.

He stood still on the spot without turning around.

He had imagined and even trained the scene of the encounter with Miya many times in his head. This time, he was here specifically to see it as well. But when she heard his soft voice, Reaven suddenly realized that she did not know how she should deal with it.

"What should I tell him?" his mind is looking for a way.

However, Miya did not pay much attention to Reaven, whose back was facing the door.

Looking at Ryan Muller in his house, Miya's brows furrowed. Lately, Ryan has been expressing his love and doing all kinds of ways to approach him, it makes him annoyed and annoyed. Just now, he saw a very striking Ryan sports car parked in his yard near the vehicles of his relatives.

"Mr Muller, why are you here again? I've said that I won't consider it" scolded Miya, looking annoyed.

“Note your tone with Ryan!”

Karen hurriedly reprimanded Miya before her words offended Ryan, then said further, "It's a good thing you've returned. Since the court's clock is still open, quickly bring this trash for divorce!"

"What?"

Miya was perplexed as the little girl beside her jumped towards the figure in front of Ryan who was looking back at her with sparkling eyes.

"Dad! Dad, dad's coming home.get me home.." The little girl hugged Reaven's thigh.

"Dad?" Dazed, Miya turned her gaze to the figure of the person who had been embraced by her son.

This height and familiar silhouette…

He suddenly covered his mouth with both hands, realizing and taking a step back. That her?

Reaven crouched down, reached out, and hugged the little girl, who once again enthusiastically hugged her thigh. He watched her closely.

She has thin eyebrows, beautiful glowing eyes, and pretty thin little lips, cheeks that are filled but not excessive. She was clearly beautiful even though her beauty had yet to fully develop.

So this kid is Archers.

It turned out that he thought it felt familiar because its features were similar to Similar

Could she…? As he thought of a certain possibility, his heart pounded.

Hugging the little girl in his arms, he suddenly felt very close and affectionate with her.

He then took a deep breath, turned around, and looked at the person in front of him, whom he had been thinking about many times the entire time.

Miya's long hair covered her shoulders, and she was wearing a light gray business suit that fit her body, there was a look of shock and confusion all over her face.

Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the person in front of her.

******

He is no longer a freshman student who graduated like last year. Although the man in front of her had the same traits, he no longer looked young. His face had developed on several sides, making him look much more mature and reliable.

His expression quickly changed from shock to calm. But under his composure, there was anger rising. His chest rose and fell, and his nails pierced the flesh of his palm.

"You...."