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But after calming down, she wondered why she should be afraid of this woman? Her father and husband were both men of status. In a commercial center like this, she doubted this man who looked like a labor reform convict would dare do anything to her. With a shriek in her voice, she rushed to distort the truth, "Oh, it was the airplane my son was interested in that this feral girl tried to snatch!"
"I didn't snatch it, I saw it first. When I went to take it, Auntie grabbed it away," Maeve said, clutching her little fists, resolute and unyielding as she stared down the fat sow with a you're-lying look.
"Fat sow, who are you calling a feral girl?" Yves King's murderous aura was palpable as he fixed her with a fierce glare.