Chapter 197 Poor Mr. Russo

There were still so many people watching! Lincoln didn't care at all, but Zayla felt so embarrassed. "A rich woman can't walk on her own." Zayla was puzzled by this excuse. Lincoln calmly carried her all the way without panting. Before Zayla could speak again, he had put her into the ambulance. Not far away, a pair of sharp eyes were fixed on this scene. The man's short hair vaguely blocked the ruthlessness in his eyes, and he clenched his fists tightly. "Mr. Russo, should I send the slippers back to Mrs. Russo?" Simon looked down at the limited-edition sports shoes in Eden's hands. He sneered, took one, and threw it into the Brazos River! Why should he give them to Zayla? She had gotten into the car with another man! Simon cursed angrily and walked towards the luxury car not far away. Eden quickly opened the back door.