71. He Kills Her

Lyla, however, wasn’t in the same lighthearted mood. A wave of indignation surged through her once again, and this time, it reached its peak. Without thinking, she stormed forward and shoved Carlo hard in the chest.

“What’s so funny?” she shouted, her voice a mix of anger and hurt. “Do you think we’re monkeys in a zoo, fighting each other for the scraps you toss at us? What’s there to be proud of? You’re nothing more than a heartless bastard who doesn’t even understand basic respect! Do you really think you’re any better than these women?”

Her hand swept over to gesture at the lavishly dressed women around them, her pent-up frustration from the past month spilling out all at once. She was so worked up that her neatly styled hair became disheveled, with a few strands falling across her flushed face, oddly enhancing her striking beauty.

Carlo’s attention was fixed on her. He raised an eyebrow, mesmerized, and without thinking, reached out to brush her hair aside. But before he could, sh