Son-In-Law Gets an Upgrade

Chapter 805 Slap Her A Hundred Times.

“B*tch, you think you can run away? You enjoy making fun of me, huh? I’ll rip your face apart right now!” Clara’s laughter resonated, carrying an unmistakable hint of wickedness.

Clara’s heart surged with delight at the thought of destroying the woman whose beauty far surpassed her own. I’m going to ruin that pretty face now. How exciting!

Seeing the panicked look on Maggie’s face ignited Clara’s sadistic urge to torture her slowly. Who’ll care about this b*tch anyway? I’m going to destroy her!

Furthermore, she had Shawn on her side. He could easily pay anyone off to get her out of trouble.

With that thought in mind, Clara felt even more confident to proceed.

“Do you know who I am? How dare you lay a hand on me? Believe it or not, I can make you suffer an unimaginable fate,” Maggie warned in anger.

Clara pouted and delivered a forceful slap without hesitation.

The slap resounded loudly, as Clara exhibited no mercy toward Maggie. How she wished she could disfigure Maggie’s face with a single strike.

of the slap reverberated through the corridor, but since

been slapped before. As the apple of

hard glint flashed across Maggie’s eyes. She grabbed Clara’s hair and yanked

caught off guard and had to endure the pain. Determined not to waste more time on Maggie. she tightly gripped the pin, poised to mar her delicate face. Let’s see if people will still like her once they see a scar on her

that critical moment, a hand emerged, grabbed Clara by her arm, and flung her

Filled with anger, she glared in that direction, determined to see who dared to get in her way.

standing before her, she instinctively hid the

did not feel the anticipated pain on her face, opened her eyes cautiously. As she saw the person standing

herself into Alex’s arms and burst into tears, feeling utterly aggrieved. It was the first time she had

his heart softened as he listened to her sorrowful cries. After all, she had

she had come dangerously close to disfiguring his wife’s face. Seizing the moment while their attention was elsewhere, she yearned to slip away unnoticed.

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