Ethan wiped his hands and calmly sat down, completely ignoring Reginald's warning.
Donna, her makeup smeared and her vision swimming, trembled with rage. "You have no respect for YSJ! Insulting us like this, and now you dare to hit me? Do you really think we won't retaliate?"
"Mr. Anderson, I want him to suffer in prison and to be tormented every single day! I want him to drown in regret until the moment he dies!"
She was elegant and dignified, a walking icon. Companies had practically worn down her doorstep, desperate for her endorsements. Wherever she went, people greeted her with warm smiles, not daring to show even the slightest hint of disrespect.
But the man standing before her had repeatedly provoked her, treating them as if they were no better than common streetwalkers, and sho
