Emily Lopez turned her head, the left side of her forehead was stained red, and her face bore unmistakable crimson handprints—a sight of undeniable brutality. Yet her gaze remained steadfast, persistently locking onto Christopher Taylor. With gritted teeth, she spat out each word, "You… are… dead… meat!"
Christopher Taylor had raised his hand once more to strike her, but the resolve in Emily Lopez's eyes made his heart suddenly falter, rendering him unable to land the blow.
"Master Johnson, maybe… we should just let this go?" Larry Frank suggested in a hushed tone beside Christopher Taylor's ear.
"Let it go? No way! That bastard ruined my future, and now you want me to forgive and forget? Not happening!" Christopher Taylor screamed hysterically before snarling, "Hold this bitch down for me—I'm going to make her mine!"
