Chapter 1851 The Weight of Hatred
- Liana sneered with a cruel edge.
- At thirty-five, she defied her age through rigorous martial arts training and meticulous self-care, appearing as a vibrant woman in her mid-twenties to everyone else. However, her smile only seemed to fuel Rhett's irritation, deepening his frown with growing annoyance.
- "Rhett Flynn, you’re nothing but a pitiful, pathetic, and despicable man!" she spat out, her voice laced with venom.