You Think You Can Mess With Me Like That

Eulalia’s lips were ghostly pale. After rattling off a string of words, she seemed to be running on fumes. She robotically put her clothes on.

"Percival, we could’ve wrapped up this marriage without a fuss, but since you’re being a pain, I guess I’ll have to slap you with a domestic abuse charge. See you in court.”

Eulalia was one tough cookie. Even when she got the short end of the stick, she’d shed a tear or two and bounce back like nothing happened. Percival was stumped for the first time; he didn’t know how to deal with her.

You know what they say, once bitten, twice shy.

Eulalia was now bold enough to stand up to him, probably because she had the Shen family as her safety net. But without them, she’d be lower than a snake’s belly in a wagon rut.

He wasn’t keen on buying out the Shen family business, but now he thought, if he could make the Shen family go belly-up, Eulalia would have to dance to his tune and be his obedient little blood bank.

Percival chalked up his twisted posses