271: The Violent Family

If James had slapped himself in the face like that...

Oh my god!

Orson immediately thought of the watermelon that had fallen on the ground. Wasn't that the shape of it?

Facing Mrs. Ziegler's sudden show of affection, Orson didn't even think twice and immediately began nodding like a chicken pecking at rice, "I just gained 100 points in intimacy with you!"

"I'm not an NPC, what are you talking about..." Mrs. Ziegler chuckled lightly, then turned back, raising an eyebrow at him in a flirtatious manner, her charm leaving him caught off guard.

"Mr. Bruce, your style of doing things is just like the rumors—overbearing. But the person I, Laura, want to protect, you cannot touch."

Mrs. Ziegler's eyes glinted with coldness. Her long, snow-white legs seemed to move like a snake, and in the blink of an eye, she had twisted her body in a strange manner and was now standing in front of James.

Holy crap!!