CHAPTER 82

Upon hearing that, Preston shot the men on the ground with a murderous glare. He could not understand why Luna was talking to him in such a childish, petulant tone, but that was not important right now.

His gaze went to the feet of the man closest to him. The soles of his shoes were so hard that they could have killed a man with a single kick, let alone Luna.

Preston’s attention returned to his phone when it vibrated.

It seemed that Luna had ended the call to send him a photo of her neck that was covered with bruises, the most prominent of which was a shoeprint-shaped one.

“The leader of those guys kicked me. He almost broke my neck,” Luna complained when she called Preston again. If she were there now, she would have taught the bastard a lesson herself.

She sent the photo to Preston because she hoped that he would take vengeance for her. The scumbags had to be punished for hurting her.

After ending the call, Preston pocketed his phone. He was currently sporting a very frightening exp