Chapter 147 Danger

• Asher followed in silence, a deep frown on his face.
• Maxwell spat, "Bitch! How dare you bite me?!" He panted heavily as he stood to the side, with one hand pressed against his bleeding ear. He grimaced due to the pain.
• Wrenley's face bore the slap mark. She looked like a wilted flower, with her clothes drenched. Her thoughts were growing increasingly hazy. When her hair was yanked again, she closed her eyes in despair, biting down hard on her lip.