In the heated exchange, Iris continuously fought against the anger boiling in her blood. Cathy was wearing her patience thin. But she constantly reminded herself that hitting a pregnant lady would be like shooting herself in the foot. She would be gifting the conniving b*tch a favor if she let her emotions win.
Inciting Cathy’s rage was the course she had taken. And allowing the woman to get on her nerves meant releasing control of the situation. She would be an idi0t if she let an outsider outsmart her in her territory.
Sneering in disgust, Iris looked Cathy in the eyes. Desperation was written all over the harlot’s face as she glared in her direction.
“Let me go!” Cathy shrieked, yanking her hand away in full force.
But instead of doing so, Iris gripped her hand tighter and pulled he
