"Dylan Wellington... So it really was you last night! Serve you? Dream on, in your wildest dreams!"
As Dylan Wellington's words fell, a lady's high heel shoe flew straight at him.
Skye Brown was so angry that her shoulders trembled; she never expected that after three years, and upon reuniting, she'd be taken advantage of by Dylan Wellington while being drunk.
Moreover, after taking advantage, this playboy even came to turn the tables, claiming she took Molly Wellington away to deliberately seduce him?
Ha ha... Deliberately seduce... Is he even worthy?!
The high heel was flying at an extremely fierce speed towards Dylan Wellington's excessively arrogant and eye-catching handsome face.
Just as it was about to imprint a shoe mark on his face, the quickly flying high heel was caught firmly by his right hand in mid-air.
Skye Brown's almond-shaped eyes flickered, unwilling.
She lowered her head to grab her left high heel.
