~ Estelle’s POV ~
If this man believes that I won’t have enough strength to take care of his lackeys, then I need to prove to him that he is so f*****g wrong this time.
“Tell me which one of you wants to die first, huh? The right side one, the man who is standing in the middle of the guy who is standing on the left side… who wants to die miserably on my hands?
I promise… your death will be something that you won’t be able to forget even in the next life of yours. So, decide fast… I have a party to attend and my dear husband must be restlessly trying to find me.” I smirked at the guys while I sat on the edge of the bed.
I gazed at the cameras and flashed a smile. The man who is behind these cameras must be going crazy in anger and there is no way in hell that I would let anyone bully
