He planned to turn her into a slave-his own personal servant, his breeding mare, a steadfast caregiver when he was old.

In the meantime, he would be free to gallivant outside and seek pleasure elsewhere.

It would seem that he had really given this matter a lot of thought.

Unable to restrain her fury, Maggie pulled back her arm and slapped Lloyd square in the face.

"You shameless bastard!"

Lloyd touched his reddened cheek and glared at her in disbelief.

"How dare you raise your hand against me? Don't you realize how important a man's face is? It's not something you just hit when you throw a tantrum!"

"I don't care about your despicable face, you piece of scum!”

“Bitch! You're just asking for a good beating, aren't you?"

Lloyd began rolling his sleeves up his arms, his eyes burning with rage. He made to land a slap on Maggie.

Rosalynn grabbed him by the wrist and twisted his arm.

"An! Let go! It hurts!" Lloyd yelled in pain.

Rosalynn shoved him aside and dusted her hands. She sneered at Lloyd.

“Bastard. I advise you to pay the money you owe as soon as possible, or there will be consequences. Let's go, Maggie."

Maggie closed her eyes momentarily and took a deep breath.

“Hang on a second, Rosalynn. The clothes he is wearing were also bought by me."

She intended to take them off his back.

Lloyd was still clutching his wrist, his face drained of color.

He looked up to find Maggie and Rosalynn slowly approach him, and before he knew it, he was backing up toward the door.

“Maggie, what are you trying to do now? I'm warning you, don't go too far! Yana was right. Your gentle manner is only for show. In reality, you do have a foul temper! She was right to call you a shrew."

So, she was a shrew?

Livid now, Maggie Lunged at him and started to pull at his sleeve.