Those who block me, die!

"Good, good ... This is the last chance. I'll definitely grasp it. I promise ..."

Brown snorted coldly, kicked her hand away, and left in a rage.

As soon as he left, Mrs. Jones lay on the ground, motionless. There was a big bump on her head, and her left cheek was numb from the pain.

Mrs. Jones lay on the ground for a long time before she could get up. She sat back on the sofa.

There were a few apples on a fruit plate on the coffee table, and a fruit knife next to it. Mrs. Jones 'eyes grew darker and darker. She grabbed the fruit knife and chopped at the apples with all her strength.

"Murong Mian, Ji Mianmian, Wenshan ... I'll make all of you regret this. I'll make you pay for the humiliation you've caused me."

After Mrs. Jones married brown, she had been Living a Good Life for many years. Her reputation in the upper-class circle was getting better and better. Everyone who attended banquets would call her Mrs. Jones respectfully.