"Quella Radcliffe! Julius Reed!"
Bran Cook roared in anger, "Today, I'm going to make you pay!"
"Does the previous raise still count?"
Julius Reed licked his lips and asked.
This woman's lips, they really are fragrant!
"Of course!"
The rage-blinded Bran Cook looked at Julius Reed, pointed to the ground beneath his feet and said, "Today, I want you to kneel here, like a dog, begging for mercy!"
"Fine! If Quella Radcliffe loses, according to the agreement, I'll call you 'Daddy.' But are you so certain about who will kneel today, Bran Cook?"
Julius Reed looked at Bran Cook with a provocative face and sneered, "Forgive my bluntness, but I'm afraid it's you, Bran Cook, who'll have to kneel again. But I didn't bring money today, we agreed, I can kneel, but you're not allowed to ask for money."
