"Don't touch me!" Shea Thorne screamed, pointing at him, hugging herself and backing away.
The man, being pointed out by her, couldn't save face, spat and cursed, "You shameless slut, seducing other men and getting splashed with dirt, I'm too dirty to even touch you!"
Rhonda Ford also heard it, couldn't take it anymore, and shouted, "Miles Crawford! If you're a man, hit him for me!"
But Miles merely stood in front of Shea, showing no intention of hitting, so the man, seeing Miles wasn't stepping up, became even more brazen in cursing Shea Thorne.
"What the hell, doesn't let people talk about her slutty smell? A worn-out whore, seducing men on the spot to stand in her way."
"Shut up!" Miles retorted, "When the police come, you won't be able to run away either!"
"Run? Why would I run? I'm just here to catch a mistress, what crime have I committed? Why should I run?" The man was unafraid, only Shea could hear what he just said, and besides, who saw him touching her?
