Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 180

It was just this time, the one who was being beaten and the one carrying out the beating had been reversed.

Emily covered her face with her hands and her expression was one of disbelief. "You... you hit me?"

"Since you can hit me, why can't I hit you back?" Grace retorted. Even if she had to take responsibility, Emily wouldn't end up any better.

"Who do you think you are? You're just a third-rate celebrity. What right do you have to hit me?" Emily was going crazy with anger.

Although Grace was not the "celebrity" as she was called by the other party—

"What about you? You're just a small-time celebrity yourself, and if it weren't for Brian, do you think you'd be what you are today? You ran over here in such a fluster today only because you broke up with Brian and you're afraid that you'll lose everything. Everything you have was built on this man's willingness to help you. Do you really think that you're a more noble person than me?"

Grace's words alone made Emily's face redden, not to mention that she was being watched by onlookers. Emily felt that she was falling deeper and deeper into a pit, and she absolutely hated the person in front of her. She raised her hand and was about to slap her in the face again.

But, this time, her hand was grabbed by someone from behind.

Emily was shocked. Then, a voice came from behind her, "What are you doing, Emily?"

Emily's body froze. She slowly turned around and saw a handsome but cold face. A pair of sharp eyes were looking at her, filled with impatience.

Emily suddenly shivered and a chill ran down her spine. She knew that whenever this impatience flashed across Brian's eyes, it represented his utmost displeasure.

"Brian, I just heard that you were here, and I... I wanted to see you..." Emily's voice trailed off.