"Tsk, tsk... Eldest Miss Tucker, are you planning on disciplining 'Walter Simmons' with that whip in your hand?"
Wyatt Barnes squinted slightly, looking at Lela Tucker, his smile ambiguous.
The voice in her ear awakened her from her daze. As she turned her head slightly, she realized that the person sitting at the same table as Walter was the same 'purple-clad youth' who slapped her dozens of times three months ago at a tavern in the outer city.
Instantly, her face turned sheet white, "You... it's you..."
She never expected to encounter this purple-clad youth here!
In her eyes, this young man was nothing less than a 'demon'!
Perhaps on normal days, she wished she could kill him right away, but when he appeared right before her eyes, her heart couldn't help but tremble...
The scene from three months ago at the tavern, had already left a shadow in her heart.
"What's the matter, Eldest Miss Tucker, are you surprised?"
