Beckett Jeans and all those who came to gawk at the commotion were stupefied.
Wrestling?
He was covered in shoe prints and clutched his lower half; there was no way it was a wrestling mishap.
But since Beckett Jeans, the victim, didn't dare to speak up, others didn't find it their place to say much either. Seeing that there was no excitement left to watch, they dispersed on their own.
In the past, Cressida Jones always appeared so docile and quiet that nobody would have ever imagined she would hit someone.
And to hit so viciously!
F*ck—
That area really hurt terribly; he hoped it wouldn't be rendered useless.
He dared not marry a woman like this.
Beckett Jeans was a coward, claiming he wanted to marry Cressida Jones, but in truth, he only considered her because she was pretty and now had money, which could benefit the Jeans Family.
Yet when compared to his own life, he cherished it more!
Damn, he would surely keep his distance from her in the future.
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