At this moment, William Foster's desk had several books laid out, "Green Tea Guide," "How to Play the Role of a Weak Lotus," and "Teaching You How to Defeat Your Ex."
The pages were slightly curled, clearly from frequent reading.
Coincidentally, "Teaching You How to Defeat Your Ex" was open.
The first line jumped into view: It is often said, if an ex cries, the current one will surely lose.
We must break this curse, must…
William Foster hadn't read the rest, but just that one line already made his eyes flash with coldness.
Samuel Grant, that bastard, thirty slaps are too cheap for him; he should be beaten so hard that he can't even open his mouth.
His heart was filled with anger and unwillingness.
William Foster was really being hypocritical, complaining himself without issues, but if it were someone else.
Like Samuel Grant, a scumbag daring to complain, the outcome wouldn't be good.
Clara Bennett now felt she was purely inviting trouble on herself.
