Dax Harrison felt his limbs gradually growing weak.
He understood that he was at a disadvantage now. All this because he had looked at a woman once, and she harbored such a grudge.
Such is the venomous nature of women.
However, this involved Yoroland Commerce. Streaking was a minor issue, but getting Yoroland Commerce audited was a major one.
He didn't care if people saw him, but this shouldn't create a big scene.
With this thought.
Dax Harrison appeared to give up struggling, choosing instead to unclasp his own belt,"Mr Webb can't be bothered with this, I'll handle it myself."
Grace Webb laughed coldly.
She paid no attention to Dax Harrison, instead grabbing the wine bottle off the table, and swiftly and ruthlessly striking it towards his head.
If he died, she would pay him a little extra, so he'd have something to spend in the afterlife.
