Gregory Quinn was verbally assaulted by Lawrence Winters, his face turning from green to purple, his features twisted beyond recognition.
He wanted to retort, to use the most venomous words to insult her, even wishing to use various disgusting methods to torment her, satisfying his perverse psychology.
But Lawrence Winters spoke so quickly, like a cart dumping walnuts, bombarding him with her words, and her face full of disdain and disgust, as if he were mud on the ground and she was the sun high above!
Gregory Quinn felt so suppressed he couldn't even catch his breath.
Lawrence Winters, however, continued with her eloquence.
"What's wrong? You still think you're in the right?"
"Do you think knowing how to spell PUA makes you a master of mind control?"
"When it comes to reading people and talking accordingly, can you compete with us Heavenly Masters?"
Lawrence Winters snorted through her nose, her proud little expression both charming and sassy.
