If it were anyone else hearing these words, they would probably fly into a rage and then curse the shameless bastard, but Lily Shaw didn't do that. She had already figured out this scoundrel's nature; this guy is the proverbial masochist!
The more she scolded him, the more excited he became!
How could Lily Shaw let this sicko enjoy himself? She merely let out a sneer, the sound laced with undisguised indifference and sarcasm, as the guy on the other end of the phone held his breath, waiting for her cursing.
Lily Shaw gently curled her lips, revealing her snow-white teeth slightly, and emitted another low and grim laugh: "You'll never get that chance. Tomorrow, someone will come with a butcher knife to chop off your dung-filled animal head!"
Those words were very venomous! Not only did she call him a beast, she also cursed him to die!
