After turning off the hose, the person on the floor froze and trembled, her makeup messed up. She was
out of it for a while because that was the first time she was treated that way. She then yelled at the top
of her lungs, “I‘m going to kill you!”
Daisie put her hands on her waist.
“I helped you cool down, but you‘re trying to kill me. So ungrateful!”
Waylon cleared his throat and walked behind her.
“Alright, let‘s not stay here.” Daisie nodded and was going to leave with Waylon when a few cars
blocked the exit of the garage, and a group of men got out. The leader was Manuel Estrada. Manuel
saw Florence sitting on the floor and shivering while her men were injured. He took off his jacket, ran
toward her, and wrapped the jacket around her.
“What happened?”
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He helped her up, and Florence pointed to Daisie with hate.
“Kill this b*tch!”
Waylon stood in front of Daisie and faced them.
“Ms. Serrano, are you sure you want to turn this into a bigger issue?” Florence looked delirious.
“Why? Are you feeling bad?” She cackled.
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“If you are, just listen to me and be my man. I‘ll spare her life. Hmm?”
The man was athletic and had an attractive face. He was good enough for her.
But if he still wouldn‘t comply, he wouldn‘t be able to fight so many people, even if he was the best
fighter. She wouldn‘t mind disabling him. As long as his face and body were still alright, she would be
fine with taking care of him.
Waylon frowned. There were a dozen of them and only one of him. He wasn‘t afraid, but he was
worried for Daisie. Daisie ground her teeth. “Why don‘t you make it a fair fight?” Florence smirked.
“Aren‘t you very good at fighting? What are a few more men?”
She looked toward Waylon, who was silent.
“Sir, are you done considering? You‘re not getting out of this today. Are you going to obey or continue
fighting?”.
Daisie balled up her fists.
She regretted not learning more self–defense moves from Saydie, and now that Saydie wasn‘t there,
she would be a burden to Waylon.
Daisie was regretful and didn‘t want Waylon to comply with the woman, but how could she help?
Waylon noticed how she was feeling and consoled her. “It‘s fine, don‘t worry.”
Daisie grabbed him.
“I don’t want you to go.”
Florence saw that Waylon looked as if he was going to obey her, so she smiled. She loved clever men.
Once he complied and bowed down at her feet, she would consider how to torture that ugly woman.
Waylon moved Daisie‘s hand away and walked toward Florence with a blank expression. Daisie yelled,
“Waylon!”
However, there was a commotion among the crowd. Then a few men were tossed around and fell at
Florence‘s feet, unconscious. Florence‘s alertness heightened while Manuel stood in front of her.
“Who‘s there!”
“Such a huge formation. What is my fiancee–in–name trying to do?” The men opened up a path, and
Cameron slowly walked through.
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