Monica’s Extreme Counterattack, a Struggle Between Life and Death

Monica glanced at Elsa.

Elsa looked serious. "For someone like you, with your chest, waist, buttocks, long legs, and fair and tender skin…"

She was even shameless enough to touch Monica.

"After your touch, which man would still fall for another woman? Which man would be able to leave your bed after sleeping with you? You're simply the best."

Monica sneered.

If she told Elsa that there was not only such a person but had made her so nauseous she vomited the next day after they slept together, would Elsa doubt her life?

"Leave one of your young hunks for me tonight," Monica said.

"What?" Elsa was still admiring Monica's figure. Even as a woman, she was a little seduced.

"Him. The one with the best figure." Jeanne pointed at one of the men dancing on the dance floor.

"What are you going to do with him?" Elsa was baffled.

"Just give him to me."