The Return Of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife (Joanna)

Chapter 1222

Gerry's entire body was convulsing, and white foam kept coming out of his mouth. He had completely

lost consciousness.

The others at the party were still going wild, with couples of men and women hugging and having a

blast. Most people didn't even notice him.

The person who took the drug with him saw that the drug was acting up. He sneered and stood up to

leave the private room.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

The music became louder and louder, and everyone was intoxicated by it. The sofa was even more

chaotic. Men and women hugged each other and enjoyed themselves as if no one was around.

The limits of these rich heirs had already exceeded the imagination of ordinary people. Of course, not

all rich heirs were like them. There were also many who came from good families and had a good

upbringing. They never played these unhealthy games.

The party lasted until five in the morning.

The friends of Gerry gradually realized that something was wrong with him. He seemed to have been

lying on the sofa the entire night without moving.

"Gerry, get up!" His friend pushed him a few times.

Gerry did not move at all, like an ice sculpture.

His friend finally realized that something was wrong and hurriedly went forward to check. "What should

we do? He seems to be in trouble!"

When the other friend of Gerry heard this, he reached out and touched his nose. He was instantly

frightened and staggered back a few steps.

"Fuck. He, he's not breathing!"

"What?" The others were shocked when they heard that.

Gerry was already cold, and his limbs were stiff.

The other rich heirs were instantly frightened. "What should we do? Hurry up and call an ambulance."

"Oh right, I'll make a call now..."

The rich heirs were all afraid. A few of them had already fled the scene.

Soon.

Gerry was sent to the hospital, but unfortunately, he had overdosed and was poisoned to death last

night.

Such things were very common.

A lot of junkies ended up killing themselves while getting their fix.

At Yanice Group.

Marcus was still thinking about how to take revenge on the Everett family when the bad news came.

"What... what did you say?"

The servant replied in fear, "Mr. Gerry... It seems like Mr. Gerry got into some trouble." Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Marcus held his breath and asked in a trembling voice, "What happened?"

"Yesterday, Mr. Gerry took an excessive amount of drugs, which caused... caused... cardiac arrest. He

has already passed away now."

Boom.

Marcus's body was hunched. He wanted to stand up, but when he heard this news, he fell heavily onto

the sofa.

His heart was like a rapidly operating machine, beating uncontrollably.

"Hurry, bring the first aid drugs!" Seeing this, the secretary quickly took a few pills and stuffed them into

Marcus's mouth.

After a long while.

Marcus's heart rate slowly calmed down. "My Gerry!

"Take me to the hospital!"

"Yes, Mr. Yanice."

The servants did not dare to delay and hurriedly helped him out.

Marcus hurried to the hospital twenty minutes later.

Gerry was already cold. He lay lifelessly on the small cart with a white cloth covering his body.

When he was sent over this morning, he was already dead. There was no room for resuscitation.

When he saw this, Marcus's heart ached.

He did not have the heart to go forward and take a look. He only staggered two steps before he started

coughing violently.

He had just experienced the pain of losing a son. It had not even been two months, and tragedy

happened again.

Similarly, this son had disappointed him greatly too. But no matter how disappointed he was, this was

still his own son.

"Gerry, Gerry, my son!" Marcus staggered over. With trembling hands, he lifted the white cloth, wanting

to take a last look at his son.

After a while, he looked around again. "Where's Harley?

"His brother is dead. Why hasn't he come over to take a look?"

"Mr. Yanice, I've just informed Mr. Harley. He... he said that he's not feeling well and can't come over for

the time being."

"This bastard. His brother is already dead. Doesn't he even come to take a last look?

"Even if you have to force him, you have to take him over."

"Yes!"

The servants did not dare to delay and hurriedly went to look for Harley.

Marcus' three sons were all a pain in the neck.

The eldest son Marlowe was a twisted pervert. The second was a drug addict, and the third was a gay.

Last night, Harley went to a bar that only men went to. It was filled with "like-minded" men.

He was attracted by a tall and hunky man there. Then, the two of them returned to the hunk's house.

Just as they were having fun...