Agnes couldn't help but feel a bit scared seeing Jared's stone-cold expression.
But Agnes knew. Her body was covered in red rashes, even in her most intimate areas.
She felt a bit embarrassed when Jared applied the medicine for her.
Plus, she always seemed to be butting heads with him.
Agnes turned her face away and said, "You might not necessarily beat me."
She was a fifth-degree black belt in Taekwondo after all.
Even though Jared was taller and bigger than her, he seemed like a gentle giant. If they were to fight, she doubted he would win.
Jared didn't bother arguing with Agnes.
He walked over and was about to unbutton Agnes's shirt.
Agnes naturally resisted, but Jared had her pinned to the bed with one swift move.
Agnes had never realized that Jared was quite formidable.
Pressed by him like this, Agnes couldn't exert any strength at all. "Let go of me," Agnes shouted.
Jared smirked, looking at her struggling beneath him, "You might want to stop showing off. Your skills are all flash and no substance."
She had trained in Taekwondo for over a decade and won countless medals, and he had the audacity to call her skills 'all flash and no substance'!
Agnes felt greatly insulted. She gritted her teeth and turned over. She managed to wriggle free from Jared's grip like a fish.
Quickly, she grabbed Jared by the collar and threw him onto the bed.
In a split second, the tables were turned.
Agnes had Jared pinned down.
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