She nodded heavily, then got up, and as she took a step, she realized her steps were heavy and difficult to take.
She walked forward step by step, and as she passed the sofa opposite, the man suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her wrist. The woman's slender wrist was smooth and delicate, making the man completely lose his composure.
"I won't let you leave!" He suddenly exerted his strength, pulling her over and immediately holding her tightly.
Crossley fell onto the sofa. The man was strong, squeezing her so tightly she couldn't breathe, his actions very forceful and domineering, and his anger was evident, making her afraid to resist.
Her heart raced in panic, but she didn't move, just looked up at the man's bloodshot eyes, her lips curled into a cold smile: "You won't let me go, so how does Mr. Owen plan to place me? The other woman? Another mistress?... Or one of the so-called concubines you men have!?"
Her tone was completely sarcastic, making the man's brows knit tightly.
