"Do you know who you are talking to?" Lily Black gritted her teeth in frustration.
"You are whoever. I have nothing to do with you," Mona Daly answered indifferently and took a step forward, intending to leave.
"Stop there!" Lily Black yelled, and Mona Daly halted her steps. Lily Black glared angrily at her back.
"How much will it take for you to leave him?" Lily Black asked through clenched teeth. Mona Daly turned back, wearing a subtle smile, and looked at her with warmth.
"You should know that a streetwalker takes money to sleep with a man, not to leave him."
"He is my husband," Lily Black hissed with anger.
"That's nice but pitiful. I can't help you if you're not able to love him."
"You b***h!"
"Yes, I’m a b***h. I’m a w***e. And women like you turn us into prostitutes—women wh
