Chapter 51 A Violent Lucas

• “You’re a f*cking sl*t. Men. All you ever think about is men,” Lucas cursed as he started taking off his clothes.
• Meanwhile, Iris was lying still on the bed. Two streaks of tears rolled out the corners of her eyes onto the bed. She already knew that there was no point in struggling. I might as well be obedient and well-behaved. Perhaps I might even save myself from some harm.
• He practically ripped off the evening gown she was wearing and tossed the strips of clothing to the side of the bed. The evening gown that cost millions was ruined just like that, but she did not feel an ounce of sadness. After all, she did not buy it with her own money.