Chapter 811 Little Master of Self-Destruction
- Forget Alice—hell, even her personal secretary, Xena Lawson, that sweet, classy type—before today, running into a woman with both looks and that kind of presence was rare as hell for them.
- “But let’s be real—Alice’s temper.”
- “I’m sure everyone here’s had a taste. That woman isn’t just stubborn—she’s got a hair-trigger.”