The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Boss

It was nice for Selena to be able to take this opportunity to vent her frustration.

Selena never thought that she and Eric would insult each other so badly one day.

She did not even know who to blame.

Eric’s whole body was tense. The veins on his forehead were bulging, and his fists were clenched tightly as he tried his best to restrain his emotions.

Her words were like sparks that ignited the bombs in his heart.

Eric had long been aware of his dark side, but no one dared to expose his repulsiveness in front of him.

However, Selena had no scruples.

Selena crossed her arms and looked at him sarcastically.

“I got it right, Eric. Just admit it. You don’t have a heart, so I don’t care who you fall in love with. I only care if I’m being cheated on!”

Her tone was so cold that she did not leave any room for maneuver.

“Are you done talking? You didn’t even ask me what happened today. You’re provoking me just because of a message? You’re not qualified to be my girlfriend!”

Eric was furious. He stretched out his hand and wanted to touch her, but he suddenly stopped mid-air and clenched his fist.

At that moment, Selena’s face suddenly darkened.

This looked more like Eric was holding back from slapping her.

Selena quickly slapped away his hand and stared at him with a cold face.

“You want to hit me?”

Selena sneered. She would not allow herself to be suppressed by another man.

Derek Norton’s abuse back then traumatized her.

Now, she had no need to put up with violence.

Selena questioned Eric. She became furious and slapped Eric’s cold and handsome face.

Slap—

hard slap made a loud

being beaten and looked at

became

don’t have a sense of propriety anymore. Our relationship aside, I’ve helped you so many times. Do you really think that I didn’t

somewhat cold, indifferent, and

was more than

met because Selena owed

calmly. Her

looked at their relationship from the perspective of a bystander and

me and look down on me. Why should I lower myself to cater to your preferences? Is it just because you helped me? Is that why I should tolerate and please you? Even without your help, even if I killed Derek Norton and went to prison for the rest of my life, I would have a

sharp. Her words were like ice picks

the slap, and the corner of

of his forehead, and

scarlet from

veins on the back of his hands were bulging, and his expression was

“So?”

he did not

word, she would have a dozen

be

voice was low

need to maintain superficial harmony, right? I am officially dumping you. Don’t ever appear in front of me again. I will look down on you if you

looked at him

could risk her life and drag him

dying, she would have been tortured to death by

had always prioritized the interests of Ferguson

his weakness, why not take advantage

eyes trembled slightly and turned sharp when he

He kept quiet.

he nodded, sneered, and

was exuding

a backbone. Don’t come to me again in the

harsh words, turned around, and

backbone. Don’t

wanted to dispel his thoughts of possibly taking the opportunity to

for a while and left

and talk with a good temper on such an