All Chapters of Oops, I've Been Exposed: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Once again, Woody shook his head and sighed. "Within three days, you'll have a bloody encounter. "If you want to be safe, refrain from unnecessarily leaving the house. That's all I can say." After those words left Woody's lips, Tyga and the others were shocked, including Helen, who had always firmly stood on Woody's side."Mr. Henderson, are you serious? I mean, do you also study the mystical arts?" she couldn't help but ask.Woody replied indifferently, "Tarot reading, astrology, divination, and such… I know a little bit of everything."He wasn't being humble, but that was the truth because his mentor had said that no one could know everything unless they were God."Dear, I really can't deal with such a shameless person," Joanna said in a huff.Logan nodded. "Me too! This brat keeps cursing me. Let's go!"Hurriedly, Tyga sprang to his feet and tried to pacify Logan, saying, "Don't be mad, Mr. Sullivan. I believe that Mr. Henderson only means well. He must have his reason for

The man had a square jawline, and his features gave him a stern and hard look. His eyes also contained a chilling, murderous intent that would deter anyone from looking into them. All of the men were also dressed in black-colored fitting clothes, exuding an intimidating air that projected their power with every step they took. Evidently, they were skilled martial artists. "You're here, Uncle Preston!" Ryan instantly cried out like a baby as tears and snot uncontrollably streamed down his face. Preston briskly walked over and fell to his knees in front of the coffin with a loud thud. "I've arrived late, Tanner!" Then, he bowed and grieved. With eyes brightly gleaming with murderous intent, he gritted his teeth and said, "Who killed him?"Ryan shook his head. "I don't know. The people at Peak Enterprises that day either died or disappeared. In Tiusto, the only ones who are strong enough to wipe out my father and his men are Tyga Morghoul, Mason Cartwright, and the likes of th

Dickson was equally astonished. "Mr. Donnel, what's going on here?""I don't know either. I was at the entertainment city with some friends to… discuss a deal when a group of people suddenly charged in. They didn't even explain anything to me and just brought me here." Then, he said in confusion, "This is Tanner Jett's funeral. When did he die? Why didn't I hear about something so important?"Tyga and Mason had stopped the leak of the news that Tanner had been killed. Hence, almost nobody knew about it.Anxiously, Miriam said, "Mr. Donnel, isn't your father on good terms with the Jetts? Call him now to ask for help!"Helpless, Kurt said, "They took away my cell phone. What about you guys?"Pamela shook her head. "We're in the same situation."They didn't even have the chance to call the police, let alone call for any help at all. "Did you bring everyone here?" Tall and burly, Preston strode over in big steps. His unsmiling face, stern-looking eyes, and dominant air instant

"Mr. Donnel, at this point, there's nothing to hide anymore! If you have Mr. Morghoul to back you up, you don't have to fear them at all!" Mariam shouted."Bitch, stop spouting nonsense and shut your trap! My father's a nobody and a fence-sitter between the Cartwrights and the Jetts. And honestly, both families look down on him, and he only appears influential on the surface."At this moment, Kurt hated Miriam to the core and had given up all pretense when it concerned his life. "My father never called Mr. Morghoul that day. Actually, he doesn't even have his number. In fact, he doesn't even have the right to speak to Mason Cartwright, much less Mr. Morghoul. He doesn't have the privilege nor the guts."Pamela was shocked beyond words. She always thought that it was the Donnels' credit and even wanted to make time in the next few days to thank Timothy."Aren't you the one who helped Ms. York?" Miriam was just as shocked as Pamela. "That's impossible! You can't just deny such a hu

Pamela shook her head. "I don't know!"A malicious smile crept over Preston's face, and he took over the whip his apprentice was holding out with both hands. "I'll ask you a different question then. "Where's Woody Henderson hiding?""I don't know that either." Again, Pamela shook her head.Instantly, Preston was piqued. "You bitch, you really don't know what's good for you. But since your lips are sealed, I'll pry them open by force then. I don't know anyone who's been able to take more than three strokes of my Dragon Scale Whip."Preston swayed the whip in his hand, and it moved like a giant python before turning into a black shadow.With a crack of the whip, a bloody wound appeared on Pamela's back. Then, her clothes were ripped along with her skin and flesh beneath it.Under the huge force of the whip, Pamela sprawled forward in excruciating pain.The Dragon Scale Whip was lined with countless reverse hooks that could tear the flesh apart with one strike. Usually, this wa