“You filthy fools! Early morning and I catch you misbehaving....your fathers...” Isla didn’t finish her sentence before she felt someone grab the whip firmly from her hand.
She looked up, breathing heavily, and saw the man’s eyes blazing like hot coals.
Meanwhile, Dior was furious, hurling curses at Isla. “I swear, today is your end, you useless old woman! Your whole family will be locked up, and no one will be able to help you!”
“Shut your mouth! A rented car like you, parading yourself in front of any man who passes by....just disgraceful! I swear as long as I’m here, none of you will get away with this!” Isla barked, trying to yank the whip from the man’s grip.
She tugged at it, snapping, “And you....don’t think I’m scared of your threats. I’m telling you now....” She froze mid-sent
