Aria Joyce was so furious with Ian Shaw that her vision started to blacken. She summoned all her strength to roar at him, "I said, get the hell out!"
"Oh, I can't do that. After having the honor of witnessing Miss Joyce's... charm... in person, how could I possibly leave so easily?" Ian Shaw sneered, his eyes narrowing as he scanned Aria Joyce's body from top to bottom.
"Get out! Just get the hell out!" Hearing Ian Shaw's words, she completely broke down. Screaming and crying, she slid down the wall behind her and squatted. "I told you to get the hell out!"
Seeing the woman's pathetic figure, squatting on the floor and sobbing her heart out, Ian Shaw felt a flicker of compassion.
But he knew one thing very clearly: with some people, if the lesson you teach them isn't unforgettable, they will never learn what restraint is.
'Since she doesn't even know how to cherish herself and doesn't care about debasing herself, why should I show any mercy?'
