Jace sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "So, you're proud of your dog? For your information, I'll pull out his teeth soon enough. Let's see if you're still laughing then."
Jessica didn't bother replying. She took a slow sip of her wine, her eyes filled with disdain. She had seen Ethan beat Scarface to a pulp with just a few strikes and effortlessly liquefy Lucas's insides with a single punch.
She didn't know the full extent of Ethan's abilities, but one thing was certain—Jace didn't stand a chance.
Otis shook his head, scoffing, "Jessica, why bother with all this? Your looks are restored. Just marry some rich guy and live a comfortable life. Why make a fool of yourself with this pointless fight?"
"Oh?" Jessica's lips curled into a smirk, her tone sharp. "Is that why you resorted
