Cecelia Anderson's coughing wouldn't stop, and it took her several minutes to catch her breath. She had almost died at Tariq Lane's hands just now.
"Even if you mess around with Kejuan Cook, there's no need for you to personally deliver your pictures to me. I can tell you clearly, whoever you fool around with, and how many men you're with, I don't care at all! To me, you, Cecelia Anderson, are nothing but a promiscuous woman who sleep—"
Cecelia used all her strength to slap him, cutting off Tariq's offensive words.
"Everyone else has the right to criticize me, except for you. As you wish, from now on, I'll change men every day. Whether you divorce me or not, we'll see who plays more openly, you or me!" Cecelia pushed open the car door and quickly walked into the villa.
Tariq was stunned by Cecelia's slap, feeling the ringing in his ears. He shook his head, only seeing Cecelia's resolute back.
