"That beautiful girl must be blind. Why would she choose a cripple? I'm way better than that cripple!"
"You must have a crush on her, right? Wake up! That kind of goddess isn't someone we poor losers can handle."
"I just feel sorry for the beauty. Sigh... beauties always have tragic fates. How could she be ruined by such a cripple?"
The pleasant atmosphere was shattered by the outsiders' gossip. Sienna Johnson had long been accustomed to such mockery and didn't take it to heart, but Adrian Desmond couldn't tolerate the slightest offense. Being called a cripple and told he didn't deserve her—how could this man endure it?
At that moment, Adrian turned his head, his gaze coldly fixed on the two men speaking. Seeing them staring at Sienna with disrespectful eyes, his anger flared even more intensely.
"Go wait in the car for me; I'll come find you later," he said to Sienna.
They're asking for death! He realized he hadn't killed anyone in years; he might as well kill two for fun.
