Chapter 183
Chapter 183:
The evidence was complete.
She vowed to deal with Grady as harshly as possible.
Today, Candice was determined to teach this traitor a lesson on behalf of her deceased parents.
When Grady finally regained his senses, he jumped up and cursed, “You’re just a whore. How dare you act so arrogant?”
Grady had lost both his composure and his mind. All he wanted was to subdue the woman in front of him and vent his anger by abusing her.
He lunged to attack Candice, trying to tear her clothes apart.
But Candice was well-prepared and easily dodged his hands.
She shifted, ready to fight back.
Suddenly, the door was kicked open with a loud bang.
A man rushed in without a word and knocked Grady down with tremendous force.
Two of Grady’s teeth were knocked out, and his mouth filled with blood. He groaned in agony on the floor.
Candice stared wide-eyed and shocked at the man who had just stormed into the room.
What was Milton doing here? And how did he know she was here?
Milton pulled Candice behind him, stepped forward, and kicked the fallen Grady in the gut several times in rapid succession.
Grady curled up in a ball, begging for mercy. “Stop! Please. I didn’t do anything. What do you want from me?”
Panicking, Candice grabbed Milton’s arm and cried, “Stop it. You’ll kill him.”
She looked at his enraged face and bloodshot eyes. She truly feared that if she didn’t stop him, he’d kick Grady to death.
“Why are you trying to protect him?” Milton yelled at Candice in disbelief. “And look at yourself. What the hell are you wearing?”
When he barged into the room, he hadn’t noticed Candice’s clothes. But now that he had, he didn’t like what he saw. The mere sight of her outfit made his blood boil and surge with desire.
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Candice wore tight clothes and heavy makeup. Her skimpy outfit hugged her body so tightly her breasts looked like they might burst out. Her smooth belly was exposed, her skirt was as short as it could be, and her long, magnificent legs were bare for all to see.
That kind of outfit could do much more than just seduce men—it could tempt them into committing heinous acts.
Even Milton, with phenomenal self-control, couldn’t bear looking at Candice in that getup for too long. Now all he could think about was ripping her clothes off and taking her right there and then.
Unsure how to explain herself, Candice just replied, “Just stop it, will you? I haven’t finished my business here yet.”
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