Chapter 17: Exchange

"Sister, I advise you to be a little honest, otherwise you will reap the fruit tomorrow, if you beat me to death, you are too cruel." Dorothy looked at her with her arms crossed, a leisurely sarcastic gesture. There is nothing that provokes anger in others like words, this time face.

Lily Macintosh's is like a pig's liver, both eyes bursting with fireflies, causing teeth to roar: "You all go up to beat her for me."

No one dared to refute Lily Macintosh's words, all the bodyguards who worked were running towards Dorothy, the scene was like rushing to fight the enemy.

As a result, in less than five minutes, all of them were lying on the floor, some holding their stomachs, some holding their legs, some even groaning like a bull.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts. My legs can't move."

"My arm, too, is about to break."