Chapter 91: Lance Collins Got Hurt

He was drawn in by her delicate, child-like face, with a hint of baby fat. Her plump, collagen-rich cheeks were irresistibly attractive, and without realizing, he moved closer to her.

Hallie Morgan rejected his incoming hand with a slap, showcasing the disgust in her eyes, "Can you respect my personal space, please?"

"Ouch, aren't you feisty! I actually quite like that." Unabashed, he leaned in again. This time, regardless of Hallie's resentment, he grabbed her by the shoulders, trying to push her against the wall.

Women always liked this kind of touch. The more you assert dominance, the more they get flustered, or so he thought.

Just as Lance Collins was about to savour the scent of the young girl, Hallie, agitated, swiftly retaliated with a knee...

"Ahh...!"

Lance suddenly felt a pain as though he'd been dragged into hell...