Chapter 160

Nyla, who should have been unconscious, had seized a nearby flask and smashed it over Dylan's head.

The sharp shards of glass sliced into his forehead, and blood began to flow immediately.

Seizing the moment of his shock, Nyla shoved him away and stumbled toward the door.

However, she had expended all her strength in that single blow and felt weak and unsteady. Before she could reach the door, Dylan yanked her back by her hair.

"Bitch, how dare you hit me!" Dylan snarled.

He slapped her across the face repeatedly. His forehead, still bleeding, made him appear grotesque and terrifying.

Nyla wanted to fight back, but her weakness prevented her. She could only glare at him with disdain.

Her defiant stare further enraged Dylan. He slapped her again and again until she was nearly unconscious.

"Let's see how long you can keep that attitude!" he growled.

He threw her to the floor and ripped off her skirt. As he gazed at her pale, slender legs, his eyes turned red with lust, and his h