C8 Piss Him off

"How dare you!" Clarie Scott felt chills running down her spine. Her hands were clenched tightly in anger.

"Do you think I dare? Do you know what secret my father told me when he was drunk? He says you're not his own... "You are an ominous bastard of father …" Alice Scott glanced at the approaching figure of the tall monk. Anxious, she didn't know how to make Clarie Scott crazy, so she told him the biggest secret she had hidden in her heart.

"Shut up!" Clarie Scott was originally rational, but when she heard Clarie Scott call herself a bastard and even burn her mother's things, she was completely enraged.

"What is it? Are you not convinced? Do you want to hit me? Fight! Clarie Scott, you still don't have the balls! "

"Pah!" Clarie Scott slapped Alice Scott hard in the face.

Alice Scott immediately moaned softly, covering her face that had been slapped, with a look of hurt, but her mouth still had a sneer, "Clarie Scott, is this all you have? "A bastard is a bastard. You'll never be able to show your face in this life. It's too shameful …"

"Alice Scott …" Clarie Scott ground her teeth bitterly. She really wished she had a knife in her hand that would be able to slash this woman into thousands of pieces.

When she was so angry that she lost all sense of reason and wanted to slap her again, her raised little hand was suddenly grabbed by a large, iron-like palm.

Clarie Scott glanced sideways in shock and fury and saw a man's ice-cold, emotionless face.

"You …" When Clarie Scott saw the man's handsome face, she was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

She was drawn not to the loss of speech by his delicate, handsome face, but because it resembled her son too much.

Alice Scott saw Dempsey Wilson walk over to stop Clarie Scott's action of hitting people, so she immediately squeezed out her tears in grievance and covered her face which had been slapped. Her voice was full of injuries: "Sister, how can you hit people randomly? What did I do wrong? You want to beat me up like this? "

Clarie Scott hadn't even recovered from the fact that the man resembled her son when she heard Alice Scott's arrogant tone just now. In an instant, she had turned into a sheep that had been bullied.

She was shocked yet again. She glared at Alice Scott, only to see that her eyes had actually turned red. Tears welled up in her eyes, making her look really pitiful.

Clarie Scott's brain short-circuited. She looked at the man next to her in astonishment. His face resembled her son very much.

"This isn't scientific …" Clarie Scott muttered a sentence that only she understood.

Dempsey Wilson curled his lips coldly, treating Clarie Scott's shocked expression as a kind of infatuation towards him. He sneered with extreme disgust: "Why did you hit her?"

Clarie Scott's thoughts were instantly pulled back when she heard his cold and tepid voice. It was only then that she realized this man seemed to want to seek justice for Alice Scott.

When she thought about how Alice Scott called her a bastard just now and even wanted to burn her mother's things, the fire in her heart burned up once again.

"None of your business! Let me go! " Clarie Scott was furious. She immediately tried to free her hand from the man's palm.

Alice Scott suddenly acted kind and said gently, "Manager Wilson, she is my sister. She doesn't have any bad intentions, she just wants me to introduce some famous brokers to her. If I don't agree, she …"

When Clarie Scott heard Alice Scott's nonsense, she was so angry that she wanted to laugh. Just a moment ago, she had looked like an overbearing tigress. Now she was pretending to be a good person again.

"You want to be famous with your average looks?" When Dempsey Wilson saw Clarie Scott beat up Alice Scott, he naturally thought of her as a madman who wanted to be famous. Thus, his mocking words also came down along with it.