Nia Mitchell continued to knock on the door with a furrowed brow, yet there was not a single sound from inside the bathroom. "Fiona Sutton? Fiona Sutton?" Nia was getting anxious. Nothing bad could have happened, right?
"I'm having diarrhea!" Fiona Sutton blurted out an excuse to Nia, then glared furiously at Yancy Hastings.
"I'm telling you, you better back off! If you get hurt, I'm not taking responsibility." Fiona desperately wanted to kick him, but the moment she even thought about raising her foot, her mind filled with images of his... well, *that*. Damn it, am I some kind of pervert?
"Oh? You think you can hurt me?" There weren't many in this world who could harm him, and she certainly wasn't one of them. This Fiona Sutton... still as brazen as ever.
"Of course! You'd better not underestimate me." Fiona clenched her teeth. If her teeth could kill the man in front of her without it being a crime, she would've pounced on him ages ago.
