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"Mr. Hale! Hurry up and get someone to stop this crazy bitch. She's scratching my face!" Scarlet was no match for Charlotte at all, and she could feel a hot and stinging pain on her face and her head. She hurriedly begged Logan for help, fearing that she would get disfigured.

Logan saw how distressed Scarlet was. She was going to give herself to him later, so if she really got disfigured, he would be the one losing out. He raised his hand and gestured to the few subordinates around him.

His underlings finally went forward and pulled apart the two women embroiled in a scuffle.

Scarlet still wanted to take advantage of Charlotte being pulled away to retaliate and scratch her face a few times, but the sharp gaze in Logan's eyes stopped her.

Logan was still waiting to conquer Charlotte and enjoy a good time with her tonight. How could he allow Scarlet to scratch Charlotte's pretty face?