Sweet Twins

The man looked at her with pure loathing. He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't be so cocky, Nancy. Just because I like you doesn't mean that you can ask me for anything. I can give you money. Aside from that, I won't give you anything else. Do you understand?"

"I don't need money. I just want to borrow your phone." Nancy pleaded with the man begrudgingly.

"I said no, so shut up!" Mr. Yang refused firmly. "I know what you're going to do with my mobile phone. Let me tell you, because you're already here, you should just forget about the outside world. Forget about everything you know. You are no longer the famous pediatrician or Charles' woman. You're now just an ordinary woman who's a little prettier than other women and nothing else." Mr. Yang stared at Nancy with a sinister smile.

Once again, Nancy was stunned. How did Mr. Yang know about her?

"Why do you know those things about me? And why do you know Charles?" Nancy was thoroughly disturbed by this.

"Obviously, I know about the famous president of TS Group, Mr. Fu. How can I not know about his woman, Nancy? Everyone must have recognized you when we were outside just now. As for us? We're probably insignificant to Mr. Fu. But here..." Mr. Yang smiled scornfully. "This is the corner that is forgotten by the outside world. Whatever I do here has nothing to do with Charles. Therefore, Charles won't come here to find you. So, Nancy, my baby, just have fun."

With an obscene smile, Mr. Yang stretched out his hand to touch Nancy's face.

"Please don't do that." She quickly turned away to avoid his touch. Nancy felt so repulsed and frightened that she held herself in her arms.

"Oh, Nancy. Just stop pretending. It's boring. Without Charles, you are no different from the other girls here. Just be good and I'll give you money. If you don't listen, I'll teach you a lesson." Mr. Yang rolled up his sleeves and began to walk menacingly towards Nancy.

Nancy kept stepping back, but Mr. Yang was not deterred. He kept pursuing after her.

After a few steps, Nancy had backed herself into the tea table. She picked up the wine bottle and held it in front of her. "If you take one more step forward, I will kill you."

"How dare you! Let me see you try." This didn't scare Mr. Yang at all. In fact, this made him more aggressive.

Biting her lips hard, Nancy held the bottle high and glared at Mr. Yang.

"Stay away from me! Don't come any closer!"

Mr. Yang was sure that Nancy was just bluffing. He didn't think she would actually

the bottle heavily

backwards. He raised his hand to his forehead

laugh! I told you, you're now my woman here!" Blood

man was obviously in pain. Yet, he was still reluctant to let

actual strength to hit him. She was only planning on teaching this man a lesson. She hoped that he would stop

not stop until he got her. Therefore, Nancy regretted her decision. If she had known this earlier, she would have used more strength to knock

done that, maybe she could

I'm warning you! I'll..." Nancy was still holding onto the broken bottle. She kept

like hot-tempered women. You're my type, Nancy. You better believe that I'm going to get

please!" Nancy ran away from him and evaded his grasp. He quickly ran after her. After

a demon in Nancy's

and Charles play around like that? I'm really excited at the thought that you're Charles' woman. So, Nancy, please indulge me today and just do what I

face was undisguised at this moment. He really looked like a

come any closer!" Nancy had already backed into a corner. She had nowhere

Mr. Yang objected as he laughed indecently. "Don't tease me. I really like you. And this makes me

Mr. Yang's disgusting face, Nancy didn't say anything. She was merely waiting for him

and reached out to grab the bottle from

stretched out his hand, Nancy quickly raised the

She smacked him three times with it! This time, Nancy used her full strength. She poured all her anger and hatred on

he fell to the

people in this room are really interesting. What a performance! Did you hear that

make any noise, Nancy carefully opened the door after the footsteps had passed.