Sierra Sullivan's words were like a sharp knife, ruthlessly slicing through Harvey Cheney's hypocritical facade.
Even though Harvey Cheney was thick-skinned, his face still flushed red after hearing her words.
Harvey Cheney glared at Sierra Sullivan. "What do you know! You're just a little girl, you don't understand anything. How could you possibly understand why I did it?"
"Don't flatter yourself," Sierra Sullivan sneered. "What other reason could there be? Of course it was for your own selfish desires! If you have the guts to do it, then have the guts to let people talk! Don't be such a hypocrite. What's the matter, a big man like you wants to be a bitch?"
"You!"
Harvey Cheney's eyes bulged, his gaze murderous.
