You Hit My Daughter?

Jessica's eyes locked onto Leila, her gaze blazing with intensity. "How dare you look at me like that? Just because my bodyguards aren't here, you think you can take me on, Leila? You think you can win?" Her voice was low and even, but her words dripped with venom.

"Even I am enough for you," Jacob added, rolling up his sleeves menacingly.

Leila gave them a meaningful smile, knowing what Jessica feared. "As long as you're not afraid of me reporting you directly to Vincent."

The mention of his name made both of them stiffen, and Jacob spat at her.

"What a shameless b*tch."

"Yeah, she is a wench," Jessica glared, her tone filled with disgust.

"Just like you," Leila returned with a smile.

"You're really looking for someone to hit your face, aren't you?" Jessica was incredibly annoyed with Leila's laid-back tone and momentarily forgot how she had ended up on her rear this morning.