"What did you say?" Natasha knitted her brows.
"Didn't you hear me? I said, take off your clothes!" Jayla repeated
with her voice raised.
"Don't you go overboard!" Natasha's expression was cold. How could
she possibly remove her clothes in public? That was extremely humiliating
for her!
"So what if I do?" Jayla sneered. "I hold something over you right
now, and you got no choice but to listen to me!"
This was the reason she sent Hector to jail-demeaning Natasha.
Jayla muttered inwardly, "This is the price to pay for refusing to
get married into the Grant family!"
She needed to make Natasha suffer in order to vent her anger.
"Jayla, you'd better not overstep the line," Natasha said in a deep
voice.
"Natasha, haven't you figured out what the current situation is?"
Jayla laughed wildly. "You're in my territory. Whatever happens to you
depends on me. Hurry up and take off your clothes!"
"Take off!"
"Take off!"
The masked guests began to shout in excitement, and most of them were
under the influence.
"It looks like there's nothing for us to discuss. I'm leaving now."
Natasha turned around to leave, not intending to waste her time anymore.
Jayla was obviously giving her a hard time on purpose.
"Stop right there! Did I say you could leave?" Jayla shouted.
Right then, two female bodyguards stepped forward and blocked
Natasha's way.
"Do you
think that I came alone?" Natasha turned around, her face darkened.
Natasha knew there would be danger, so she brought a group of shadow
guards with her when she left the
house.
"Of course, I knew you came here prepared. But sadly, it's useless."
As Jayla spoke, she clapped
her hands.
Soon, a group of formidable masked guards walked in, dragging a few
corpses with them.
When Natasha took a closer look, her expression changed in an
instant. They were her shadow guards!
"Are you surprised?" Jayla laughed mockingly. "Your shadow guards are
dead. You are on your own now, and I can do whatever I want to you!"
"Jayla, do you know what you're doing?" Having blatantly killed the
Harmons' shadow guards was no longer just a simple provocation, but a war
declaration.
"Stop making much ado about nothing. It's going to be your turn
soon." Jayla shot her a cold smirk and gestured to the guards. "Guards!
Hold her down!"
The two female bodyguards obeyed and immediately restrained Natasha
from moving around.
"Since you aren't willing to strip off, let me help you, then."
Suddenly, Jayla stretched out her hands and ripped Natasha's coat into
pieces, exposing her black bra.
"What huge breasts you have, bitch! No wonder so many men like you."
When Jayla saw how busty Natasha was, a hint of jealousy flashed across
her eyes. Not only was Natasha beautiful, but her body figure was also
sumptuous.
"She's indeed a temptress!" Jayla thought.
"Jayla, you'd better not do anything absurd!" Natasha shouted.
"So what if I do? Haven't you been using your good looks to your
advantage? Today I'm going to destroy your face and see how you're going
to live in the future!" With an evil smile, Jayla took out a knife and
scratched Natasha's fair and delicate face fiercely.
Natasha groaned in pain, breaking out in a cold sweat.
"Bitch, this is the consequence of rejecting the Grant family. Since
you aren't willing to get married to Tyler, I'm going to ruin you today!"