The woman had been cowering in fear after she was subdued by the men in black yet it didn't take her long to once again kick up a fuss. Yet, every time she wanted to get up from the chair, her shoulders would be pressed down by the men, making her groaned in pain due to the high pressure.
"Can't you be gentle to me? I'm a woman!" The woman glared at the bodyguards.
She could feel her shoulder bones breaking under these men's death grip!
The men in black didn't pay any attention to the woman's glare even though it looked so ferocious. This woman was insane. Her performance when she tried harassing her own son and causing discomfort to others earlier had been properly embedded in their minds.
There was no need for them to feel sorry for this kind of woman.
"She's inside, Young Madam."
