The woman's sharp voice was almost ear-piercing, and her disregard for her image as she charged at Gregory was truly laughable.
Gregory was caught off guard, and the woman's nails left a scratch on his face. The sting instantly ignited his anger, and he raised his hand to grab Fiona Grantham's hair, cruelly slapping her again.
"You act like a whore and want to be respected? Do I need to remind you of your slutty demeanor in bed? Bitch, do you think I'd even glance at you if it weren't for your looks?"
The vulgar words nearly drove Fiona Grantham to the brink. Her eyes were bloodshot, seemingly about to bleed, as she gritted her teeth and trembled with rage.
"Shut up! You're lying! You're lying!!"
Fiona Grantham shrieked, struggling to free the man from gripping her hair. Despite looking like a madwoman, she rushed towards Mason Bennett, crying and desperately explaining.
