"So what's your plan now? Do you want to hit me?" Quinn snorted.
She refused to believe Chuck would lay a finger on her. She was a woman, and it was Chuck who had spoken mean things to her.
She had called those men over since he insulted her. She found nothing wrong with asking someone to beat him up, especially when he said she was saggy.
He deserved this!
"You are rude and shameless!" Quinn shouted.
She was offended because Chuck had ogled over her body the entire time. She felt sick with his actions.
She hated it most when younger men looked at her as though she was a promiscuous woman. She felt sickened to the stomach thinking about him fantasizing over her body!
It was so disgusting!
Chuck shot back at her, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Who are your parents? I will make you regret what you said today!" Quinn stared at Chuck. She had more than ten billion dollars, and she wouldn't allow anyone to do this to her.
Zelda's curiosity stirred, listening to her words. She had always wanted to find out who Chuck's parents were because she found them too powerful.
"You are not qualified to know," Chuck said.
What a big joke. So what if Quinn had ten billion dollars? She was nothing compared with Chuck's mother. Was she thinking that she could do something to his mother?
Quinn thought too highly of herself.
"I don't have the right to know? I know many people. Tell me!" Quinn gawked at Chuck, feeling insulted by him.
"Or perhaps your parents aren't prominent enough for me to know?" Quinn showed a hint of sarcasm.
Chuck couldn't bear it anymore. He wouldn't allow anyone to criticize his parents.
His eyes turned forbidding as he approached her.
He had no intention of hitting a woman. He just wanted to humiliate her.
He got closer to her with every step.
Quinn was too disgusted by Chuck. How could she let a person like him approach her? She felt Chuck would rape her and stepped backwards but tumbled to the ground. She was so flustered, and her butt ached so much she almost couldn't stand up.
Slap!
With a stony expression, Quinn slapped her assistant, "The nerve of you to just look at my fall!"
"I didn't mean to. I'm sorry," The assistant held his stinging cheek and looked down. He felt oppressed and was afflicted that Quinn vented her anger at him.
"Check this person's background for me. I want to know who he is and who his parents are. I want him to kneel and beg before me!" Quinn's frigid eyes could make men cower in fear.
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