"I said I couldn't control myself when I first had sex with her. And I even..."
"Are you trying to provoke me so that Yvette can pity you?" Lance sneered.
Charlie still smiled warmly, "Mr. Wolseley, just look at your phone and you'll know."
Lance opened his phone coldly. There were several photos of Yvette in his e-mail sent by an anonymous person.
Yvette's private parts were not exposed, but her clothes were messy, which looked alluring.
Lance was familiar with Yvette's body, and she seemed to just have sex in the photos.
He was furious.
The phone was smashed into the car window!
It was torn apart!
Lance rushed out of the car and punched Charlie's gentle face with his fist.
Charlie's wheelchair fell to one side and he fell to the ground. But Lance still did not let him go and punched him again and again.
