The plump woman’s voice suddenly rose, "Don’t bring up that baldy. He’s all flash and no substance!"
"As long as you’re with me, I’ll give you whatever you want..."
Before she could press her filthy lips to my face, the bald man slapped her hard across the cheek.
"Bridget Taylor, you shameless woman! How dare you keep a young lover behind my back? Let’s see if I don’t end you today!"
A brawl erupted between them.
I wasted no time in egging them on, "Big sis, give it all you’ve got! If you beat your husband, I’ll do anything you ask!"
"You can’t even handle your own husband; how are you going to establish your authority in the future?"
At this, Bridget flew into a rage, pouncing on the bald man, landing blow after blow.
Seizing the opportunity, I silently loosened the rope, crouched low and slipped out of the basement.
The sunroof couldn’t bear our combined weight and shattered in an instant.
A shard of glass cut across my forehead and blood quickly stained my face.
Though the plump woman had cushioned my fall, my limbs were still broken.
Hearing the crash, Brenda immediately rushed out of the car.
She frowned, her gaze filled with disdain as she looked at me.