Carson Flores stood up and looked coldly at Ronin Woolery.
"Get lost!"
"You have quite the temper, and your bones are hard; excellent, I like hard bones like yours the most."
Ronin Woolery's face changed drastically, his gaze sinister as he stared at Samantha Tate beside him, his eyes burning with desire, and his smile wicked: "I have a little hobby, and that is to take what others cherish. For instance, someone's girlfriend. Do you know, taking someone's girlfriend in front of the man, it feels incredibly thrilling."
Even though Samantha Tate was afraid of Ronin Woolery, she could not help but curse: "You're just a pervert!"
Ronin Woolery laughed heartily: "Samantha Tate, you can curse at me, I don't care, because the harsher you curse me now, the more interesting it will be when you're kneeling on the ground, begging me."
