The owner of the voice was Maxwell.
At this moment, the baseball bat was in Sharon's hand, and her eyes were very scary. The baseball bat had landed directly on Maxwell's vital area. Even if he didn't die, he would be half-crippled. "Someone like you doesn't need to keep any descendants."
Ignoring Diana and Jeff's surprised gazes, Sharon grabbed Maxwell's collar and swung the bat at his waist. Then, there was another scream as Maxwell looked at his hand!
At this moment, it couldn't be called a hand anymore but soft mud. Sharon still had no intention of stopping, and the baseball bat swung down again and again.
Maxwell collapsed to the ground, his eyes bloodshot as he wailed, "Sharon, how dare you hurt me! My hand, my waist! Jeff, help me! I want to kill her—I want to kill this bitch!"
At this moment, Jeff didn't seem to hear anything. He turned his head away, even feeling that Sharon had gone crazy from the shock.
