The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 311 Shame

As they spoke, Jennifer had a sudden realization.

"Oh! I get it now!"

"Get what?"

"You, country bumpkin, are using this outrageous way of speaking to get a rise out of me? So that you could get my attention? Because, you shameless man, you just want to be scolded! The more I scold you, the more excited you get! Because no woman as beautiful as me has ever talked to you this much! Even if it's scolding, for you it's a tremendous pleasure!"

"What?! Jennifer, I had no idea you were into BDSM! Are you hinting that in the future, when you want to enjoy yourself, I should scold you? That as long as I scold you while we’re together, you’ll get excited?"

"Stop talking nonsense! I'll call security if you keep this up!"

"Do it, let me hear your voice!"

"Bastard!"

Jennifer slipped off her high heel and chucked it at him, aiming to swell his face. Daniel swiftly stepped aside and the shoe flew past his chest.

"Crash!"

A loud snap sounded as the high heel slammed into a large vase.

The vase shattered, its pieces clinking to the ground. Although it wasn’t an antique but a modern piece, it was made of top-quality porcelain and had cost Jennifer over a hundred thousand dollars.

A hundred thousand dollar vase shattered because of this country bumpkin.

Jennifer was livid, biting back her rage. She pointed at Daniel and bellowed, "You’re paying for this!"

"What are you talking about? You broke the vase yourself; why should I pay for it? And when you threw your shoe at me, do you know how dangerous that was? Luckily, I was agile enough to dodge. If you had hit me, I could have gotten seriously injured—at least a level five disability. That you didn’t terrify me into claiming compensation for emotional distress is already very merciful. You have the audacity to ask me to pay for your vase; do you even know what shame is?"

Jennifer was at a loss for words and could only hurl an insult.

"Bitch!"

man, a real man. The word 'bitch' is hardly

just a

do you know if I'm useless trash, huh? Words

you're a

plan. Since Daniel had already said those

nerve of this country bumpkin to take advantage of her—she'd make sure his body paid the price, ensure he'd have to spend at least

yet, he should be confined to a wheelchair for life, never to stand up again,

keen to see just how tough this country

you? Where

"You'll find out."

noticed her high heel was still lying next to the shattered

to the shoe, she ordered Daniel,

It’s your mess. Why do I need to help

retrieve it for her. After all,

Chapter 311 Shame

Jennifer had a

get it

"Get what?"

want to be scolded! The more I

I had no idea you were into BDSM! Are you hinting that in the future, when you want to enjoy yourself, I should scold

call security if you

it, let me hear

"Bastard!"

heel and chucked it at him, aiming to swell his face. Daniel swiftly stepped aside and the shoe flew past

"Crash!"

loud snap sounded as the high heel slammed into a

pieces clinking to the ground. Although it wasn’t an antique but a modern piece, it was made of top-quality

dollar vase shattered because

She pointed