Dorothy looked at Yannis coldly with a disdainful smile on the corners of her mouth.

That smile seemed like a sarcastic mockery and contempt in the eyes of Yannis. It was as if the matter that she had peed herself out of fear had been seen through by the opponent.

Dorothy looked toward Yone. “A car accident is a car accident. According to the normal process, she hit my mom and I hit her back. She wrecked my car and I wrecked it back. This is fair, right?”

Yannis yelled, “Brother, you have to hurry and help me to vent my anger. I want this woman dead!”

Unexpectedly, Yone just clapped his hands.

“Very well. It’s fair!”

There was no sense of tyranny and anger in his eyes. Instead, he looked at Dorothy with a kind of appreciation of a man towards a woman.

As the eldest grandson of Frederick Duncan, he was born with a golden spoon. He was used to seeing countless people taking initiative to pounce on him, unaccountably acted in a solicitous way, and even all sorts of women with