Chapter 182 The Unpredictable Melissa

• Rod Benson had his palm on his cheeks for a time which seemed to be forever. I peeped and barked at him through the window and he was still on the ground, face bowed and his security surrounding him.
• “Was that the reason you wanted to see Rod Benson?” Salsa queried me as we drove away. “Oh my goose!" You are absolutely unpredictable Melissa. I am yet to believe what just happened right now. Did you just slap Rod?”
• I fumed, “You should have allowed me to deal with that fool! I wanted to create a scar on his face that would stick to his body until the end of time. You shouldn’t have pulled me away, Salsa,” I quarreled.