The shoes on her feet were taken off, revealing a blister the size of a pea on her toe.
Lucas, with his eyebrows knitted in displeasure, came to a trash can, and dumped the shoes into it.
Seeing this, Beauty felt an unbearable heartache.
This pair of shoes was what she bought with the first batch of money she had earned when working part-time at the school library.
It cost her several hundreds, and yet, he tossed it away so casually!
"Remember, you are now mine.
If you want to wear such ill-fitting shoes, remember that your every word and action can't make me lose face."
Beauty gnashed her teeth in anger.
As she lifted her head to glare back at him, she was met with his icy, stern gaze, forcing her to look away.
Indeed, having a strong presence was important!
She probably could never cultivate an intimidating aura as chilling as Lucas's, that deters people from getting close to her in her entire life.
