Miranda Lewis curled up in pain, trembling all over and clutching her stomach, "My stomach... it hurts so much..."
"Your stomach? What else is in your stomach besides garbage?" Baron Lawrence glared mercilessly at Miranda on the ground, unmoved. "You want Enna Clark to give me to you, did you ever ask what I think? What do you think I am, a scrap collector?"
In his eyes, she wasn't even worth collecting as scraps!
After coldly tossing a few words at her, Baron Lawrence didn't even bother to glance at her again. He turned and grabbed Enna Clark's hand, "Those photos were all fabricated by her. I never even touched a finger of hers! You must not believe it!"
The first part was an explanation, but the 'You must not believe it' part was pure dominance.
Enna Clark said with a laugh and a cry, "I didn't believe it to begin with."
