Seeing the person staggering in from the back, they smirked disdainfully and continued on with their business, completely ignoring them.
Brother Dylan was drunk, and Fristy Davis was the person he hated most right now. As soon as he saw her, he couldn't control his anger, rushed to her, and grabbed her hair: "Slut, dressed like this, trying to make a fool of me again?"
Fristy cried out in pain. She couldn't believe he dared to hit her again, so she cursed, "Get lost... Do you want me to broadcast all your shady dealings?"
Brother Dylan yanked hard, almost tearing Fristy's entire scalp off.
"Get lost? Don't forget, you're the one who stubbornly refused to divorce. This is my house, you're still my Wife, why should I leave? It's late, you should be keeping me company already!"
Fristy's skin was so tight it was about to crack, and speaking was difficult, "Get away from me, go to those women you're keeping..."
