In the car, Assistant Mike looked at Myron Gray from the rear mirror. He looked disturbed and frustrated. Assistant Mike didn’t dare to ask anything and just continued driving.
Myron Gray entered the villa and when he reached the living room, he saw Meesha Kyle cleaning the television cabinet. He quickly walked to her and slapped her. The thin woman stumbled on the ground due to his strength. Raising her head in pain, she kept staring at the madman.
“How dare you think about him?” He gritted his teeth in anger and held her hair tightly standing her up. She hissed in pain and resisted to free but he dragged her to the master bedroom.
Myron Gray threw her on the bed angrily.
His eyes were dark and he was angry. Pressing her beneath his strong body, he held her chin tighter.
“You b***h.
