Chapter 309 The Widow

Pearce took off his glasses that symbolized elegance, revealing a pair of slender and wretched eyes as he slowly squatted down. "Slut, you are really beautiful. Your face is so exquisite. You are even more beautiful than those female stars."

He forcefully patted Yvette's shoulder, his saliva almost dripping down. He couldn't wait to say, "Let's not waste time."

As he spoke, he stretched out his arm and dragged her onto the sofa in the lounge.

"Help! Help!"

Yvette desperately cried out, her fingers tightly grabbing onto the carpet. Her nails began to bleed because of her actions.

"Bitch!"

Pearce gave her a vicious kick.

"If you keep screaming, I will kick you to death, you bitch!"

Yvette felt a sharp pain coming from her waist. She held her waist and did not give up shouting.

Pearce grabbed her hair in a hurry and wanted to press her face into the sofa cushion.