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.

reverberated through the corridor, but since it was already about midnight, there was hardly anyone around.

had never been slapped before. As the apple of the eye of the Grant family, she had

eyes. She grabbed Clara’s hair

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

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

and disoriented. Filled with anger, she glared in that direction, determined to

when Clara looked closer at the man standing before her, she instinctively hid the

pain on her face, opened her eyes cautiously. As she saw the person standing before her, tears involuntarily streamed down

burst into tears, feeling utterly aggrieved. It was the first time

he listened to her sorrowful cries. After all, she had narrowly escaped being disfigured, and it

Alex had shown up, her heart skipped a beat. She knew that she had come dangerously close to disfiguring his wife’s face. Seizing the moment while their attention was elsewhere,

A Hundred Timor

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