“You brought a man home and somehow it’s MY fault?” I refused to back down.
“You and I are not the same! Look at my status! Now, look at yours! You’re just a low-class nobody! You must accept whatever I do!” She screamed as she ran toward me while swinging the whip.
But please, how fast can she be?
Sure, I spent most of my days playing games with Amelia. But, other than that, I did consistent work outs!
I took one quick step forward and grabbed the whip right out of Lucia's hand.
“Do you know the Lightning Five-Strike Whip moveset?” I gave her a wicked smile.
“Ah!” Lucia screamed, holding her butt.
“That’s for bullying me! That’s for treating me like I’m nothing! Today I’m going to beat the anger of all these years out!”
My “Lightning Five-Strikes” carried all my frustration from the past.
Lucia cried and yelled like her life was over from the pain.
In the end, she crawled toward the door, clutching the carpet, shouting, “Dad! Daddy! Help! Mateo is going to kill me!”
But James didn’t come. Maybe he was scared she would get exposed and give the board of directors more reasons to attack him.
After more than an hour, Lucia was hiding in a corner, shaking.