"Bertha Swift!"
Adam Piers looked at Bertha Swift, who was attempting to open the door. He couldn't bear it any longer and let out a low growl. His cheek stung like fire. Although he was often scolded or kicked by his father at home, his father had never hit his face.
But did this woman get addicted to slapping him? Last time she slapped him without distinguishing right from wrong after waking up in a hotel. Today, after he saved her from the reporters and taught the pervert a lesson, not only did she not thank him, but she also smeared him and slapped him again. Did she really think he was that easy to bully?
Adam's expression was dark. The usual mocking smile in his eyes was replaced with ice shards, watching Bertha Swift throw a tantrum.
