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"Excuse me?" Myra gasped in shock. Who the hell was this woman that dared to call her a gold digger? "What the fuck did you just call me?"
Leslie glared down at her through the sunglasses. "Bitch, why do I feel like you look familiar? Why are you hiding your face from the public, if you're really his woman show your face!" Leslie reached forward to remove the glasses from her face.
Kevin caught her hand right on time. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Mr. Smith," Leslie smiled, pulling closer to him. She winced when he increased the grip on her hand. "Who do you think you are?" Kevin asked again.
"It hurts." She shrieked when he bent her hand backward.
"She's only trying to get your money. I was only trying to get the leech away from you!" She yelled as Kevin twisted her wrist.
He glared daggers at her. "The next time you dare to lay your hand on my woman or even call her a gold digger, I'll show you how ruthless I can be!"