"Can't I come to you if I don't have something important?" George asked with a cold face. "Weren't you quite intimate with Terence yesterday? Why didn't you go with me? Was it because of Terence?"

"No, it's not what you think," Jean replied awkwardly. "What happened last night was..."

Jean fumbled for an explanation, but before she could come up with a good excuse, George slapped her hard in the face, "Don't lie to me anymore!"

The impact was so strong that Jean slumped on the floor. She looked at George with hurt and anger burning in her eyes. "How could you? You hit me again! Don't you remember what you promised me before?"

"What's wrong with me slapping you? A slut deserves to be hit!" George sneered and glared down at her. "I have warned you not to disobey me, but you just ignored my words! So don't ever blame me for bein

...I was just frightened. Besides, George is a man twice my size. Even if I helped you, he would only beat me up too. Jean, you can't blame me, can you?"

"Enough! Stop pretending!" Jean sneered. "I can see that you only care about yourself deep inside. You didn't want to get involved, so you just watched me being beaten. What's the point of pretending to care about me now?

From now on, you don't have to worry about me."

"Jean, Jean..." Mandy wanted to stop her daughter, but Jean turned around and left.

Thinking of what she had just suffered, Jean felt uneasy, angry, and desperate. George dared to treat her like this. She had planned to do it smoothly, step by step, but now it seemed that it was unnecessary.

She could not wait to see George die.

She took her phone from her purse and told Barry to speed up their plan.

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