Jocelyn Grant hadn't expected them to attack just because they said they would. She was furious. 'What is wrong with these men? Or is it... has my charm faded? Shouldn't they be crawling to me like dogs with just a wave of my hand?'
"You're all in league with that bitch Celeste Grant! If you don't want to live, then go die!"
If she hadn't cursed, things might have been fine. But the moment she did, the Demon Cultivators all turned to her, their eyes filled with vicious anger.
"How dare you insult our Lady."
"You little bitch."
"Hall Master, beat her to death!"
"Looks to me like she's courting death."
"Kill her."
At that moment, Demonic Qi swirled around the Demon Cultivators.
They looked sinister and terrifying.
Jocelyn Grant felt their gazes on her. And because she felt their fierce protectiveness of Celeste Grant, her eyes turned red with jealousy.
Damon Grant cackled.
"You really are courting death."
