Byron was quick to react as he immediately pulled Rosalie behind him. He reached out and clenched Kelly’s throat.

His arms were long and slender, Kelly could only scratch the thin air as curses continually sounded from her throat and she was unable to move an inch forward.

With a light push, Kelly stumbled onto the ground like a kite with a short string.

However, she roared with pitiful anguish, “I hate you, Byron Lawrence! How can you treat me this way? Do you still have a conscience?”

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