"Finnegan Springs!"
Outside.
Branley Sinclair, like an enraged lion, had her hands tightly clutching Finnegan Springs' neck, furiously roaring!
When had she ever been subjected to such indignity?
Especially now, when she herself was in control of the Donovan Family, with the imperial court backing her!
In Star City, Branley Sinclair called for the wind and it blew, for the rain and it fell!
Today, she had actually been slapped across the face!
She pulled out a mirror from her bag, her eyes wide with shock.
Half of her face had already swollen.
On her fair skin, the marks of five fingers were clearly visible.
Like ink splashed across a sheet of white paper.
It was so glaring!
Crack!
Branley Sinclair angrily threw the small mirror onto the ground!
Her teeth were grinding noisily.
"What status does Nelson hold?" Finnegan Springs took out a cigarette from his pocket, walked to the window, and lit it with a lighter.
