Alessia Quinn's voice abruptly stopped, drawing in a breath of pain, only because Kyle Kinston's foot was currently on her chest, causing her intense pain, even distorting her makeup-clad face.
Alessia Quinn's face flushed red, wanting to pry Kyle Kinston's foot off, but his foot was like a stone pillar, firmly planted on her, not budging at all.
Camille Grant rushed forward, trying to help her daughter, shouting as she did, "Kyle Kinston, let go of my daughter! Otherwise, I will..."
"What are you? What right do you have to speak to me?" Kyle Kinston coldly interrupted her, his gaze seemingly disdainful and disgusted. In that instant, Camille Grant felt like a lowly insignificant person in his eyes, as if even though she was now the second wife of the Quinn Family, in Kyle's eyes, she was still the brazen woman willing to be a third party without name or status.
At this moment, Camille Grant's face turned pale, her lips trembled, yet her face was full of embarrassment.
