"Damn it!"
"Find out for me, who exactly launched the missile!"
The once elegant Vivian Li, at this moment, looked no different from Oliver Walker.
The fur coat worth millions now seemed like it had been picked out of a trash can, no...
It was even more worn out, and most importantly, her face was covered in soot!
"Oliver Walker!"
"Tell me quickly, who launched it. I will personally take a knife and chop off his damn legs!"
She swore as she walked towards Oliver Walker, her anger evident.
Oliver Walker didn't pay any mind to the raving woman, only giving her a look that said, "You're asking me, but whom should I ask?"
After making a fool of herself, Vivian Li snatched the cigarette and lighter from Oliver Walker's hands.
After lighting one and taking a deep drag...
She was almost brought to tears by the low-quality smoke, coughing violently: "Cough cough cough..."
"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey... Is this even fit for human consumption?"
