Chapter 403 You Think You Can Bark at Me with That Weak Hand?
- Violet Kovac froze, completely crushed under Hazel Sullivan’s razor-sharp, dominant aura.
- “Ha… Hazel, I never thought you’d stoop this low. How are you any different from Julia Litchfield and her daughter?” Violet accused, face drained of color.
- Hazel looked straight at her. “What, you messed with my dad, and I’m supposed to thank you for your hard work?”