Easton was so furious that he jumped up and kicked the blond guy hard in the broken leg.

“Trash, trash! You all are a bunch of trash!”

He flew into a rage.

Once he thought about how the dream girl whom he had pursued for such a long time was about to lie under Alex’s body and be favored by him, and this unscrupulous couple was doing all sorts of immoral messes in a house without a third, he was about to go out of his mind.

Especially when he thought again of Phoebe’s stunning and curvy figure that he could hug without letting it go, he felt that he was about to explode in anger when he could have been the one to bury himself in her bosom. Yet, another man had had his way with that.

“Bro, take it easy!” Viole next to him spoke.

At this moment, she had already changed her clothes. She looked elegant, cold yet arrogant while being on her high horse. The look in her eyes was as if she was looking down at ordinary people. She sneered, “That poor loser wounded David in broad daylight.