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There must be something fishy going on. I have been in the business world for many years, and I have seen all kinds of conspiracies and tricks. Just because Sophia Wilson, who is slightly mentally retarded and has a brain smaller than a melon seed, wants to cheat me?

I glanced at the bodyguard, then at the camera. The bodyguard immediately understood what I meant, took out his phone and pressed a few buttons, then said to me, "Justin, the signal jammer is on."

"Go and search me." I walked straight to the wine cabinet to get some wine without even looking at them.

Sophia Wilson and Alexander were already panicking at this moment. "Don't touch me! Don't touch me!" Sophia Wilson screamed, "I have Justin's child in my belly!" Alexander also shouted quickly, "What you are doing is illegal!" However, the bodyguard had no intention of stopping.

They have been with me for a long time and know my style. Now that I have brought up the matter of Sophia Wilson's pregnancy, it means I don't care. In fact, I don't care.

As I said at the wedding, when I loved her, she was a crystal slipper that could not be touched; but now that I no longer love her, she is just a slut and I don’t need to care about her at all.

Soon , the bodyguards searched Alexander and found the camera equipment and the mobile phone with live broadcast on it. However, the signal had been cut off and the live broadcast was interrupted. I didn’t look at those, but looked at Sophia Wilson and asked, “Did she search?”

The bodyguard replied hesitantly, "We searched, but the more private parts... let's ask the aunt at home to search." I nodded in agreement. After all, she was my woman, and it would be embarrassing for her to be searched by my bodyguard like this.

Not long after, the aunt found a device connected to a button camera in Sophia Wilson's underwear. I reminded her, "Do you want to search her carefully for any place where she can hide anything?" The aunt immediately continued to search.

After making sure that nothing was missing, I waved my hands and said, "Tell them to get out! Change the access control! Notify the property management..." I hesitated for a moment and waved my hands again and said, "Forget it, let's put this villa up for sale." I didn't want it because it was too dirty.