Chapter 121 Katherine Kicked Mrs. Grant

Katherine leaned against the door, her head slightly lifted. The noise outside died down. Marshall and
Mrs. Grant had gone downstairs. They were talking so loud that as if they were worrying that they could
not wake her up to hear all this. She paid them a sneer, and then headed toward the bathroom. The
marks on her body were even worse than last time.

She filled the bathtub with hot water and lied flat in it.

Every inch of her body was sore.

As she remembered, she was in her rhythm, which meant he did not have to take any pill this time.
Could that at least be a fortunate thing? She did not know.

She did not have much sleep last night. Marshall was more likely to be on some drugs than on alcohol.
He just banged her once and once again.

In the tub she took a nap. When starvation woke her, it was noon.

She crawled out the bathtub, wiped herself casually, put on her clothes, and then went down stairs.

It was only Mrs. Grant down there, whose face was an ugly green at the sight of Katherine.

Her expressions did not concern Katherine though. Katherine just walked to the dining room and had
herself fed.

The food was cold, making her stomach a little uncomfortable.

Katherine wiped her mouth clean and then ordered an Uber on her phone.

Then she waited in the lobby of the main hall.

It would take the Uber a while to arrive, so she just stood there, still as stone, eyeing at the gate.



Mrs. Grant was sitting in the living room, her voice drifting through the air. “Brazen slut.”

Katherine said nothing at first.

She kind of thought what she did yesterday was shameless too, but Mrs. Grant was relentless. “I bet
her parents taught her all this, in a hope that their daughter would one day seduce some rich man and
make themselves rich.”

Katherine’s anger flared instantly.

She glared at Mrs. Grant, who looked back at her.

Slowly, Katherine pulled her phone out, dialed. “Reach out to some media. I got some great new about
me and Mr. Grant. I’m sure the media would love to hear about it.”

In an instant, Mrs. Grant’s face changed. She trotted up to Katherine in strides in an attempt to yank
the phone off Katherine’s hand. “What the hell are you talking about?! Give me the phone.”

Katherine kicked her straight as she got closer. “Fuck off!”

Mrs. Grant was plump, and had lived a spoiled life. Put her in a fight with anyone, and she’s always
going to lose.

She didn’t expect the kick and was hit forcefully.

She stumbled backwards several steps before lost her balance and fell on the ground.

A servant went by and came to help Mrs. Grant up.

Katherine looked dagger at the servant. “Get your ass away from here.”



Her voice was not loud, but her look was scary. She just looked like a cannibal monster. The servant
shivered, she had never seen Katherine like this before.

On the ground, Mrs. Grant was anxious. What is she going to tell the media? The servant decided to
offer Mrs. Grant a hand at the end. Katherine strode forward and kicked the servant away the way she
had done to Mrs. Grant, but with greater strength. Mrs. Grant blinked, and wanted to curse, yet she
found no courage to do so when she opened her mouth.

Psycho, Katherine is a psycho.

Nobody knew what she could do next.

Old Mrs. Grant heard the noise from upstairs and had a servant help her down to check what was
happening.

Mrs. Grant was still on the ground, while Katherine was standing beside and looking down on her
scornfully.

The old lady paused at the sight, and then walked up. “What’s the matter? What happened?”

Mrs. Grant bawled out a cry in an instant when she saw Old Mrs. Grant.

The old lady scowled. “Get up to your feet! What are you doing on the ground?”

The servant, holding her belly, tried to help Mrs. Grant up again.

Katherine glared, and posed another kick.

Then the servant cringed immediately.

Mrs. Grant could only crawl up to her feet by herself.



Frowning, the old lady was for sure not pleased by such farce

She seldom got pissed off, and people would normally dial it down if she showed a hint of displeasure.

No one had done anything that really got under her skin.

Mrs. Grant was still crying.

She had never been kicked by anybody in her life before.

But now she did, and it was in the presence of a servant.

She could not think of anything more humiliating than this.

Frowning, the old lady was for sure not pleased by such farce

She seldom got pissed off, and people would normally dial it down if she showed a hint of displeasure.
No one had done anything that really got under her skin.

Mrs. Grant was still crying.

She had never been kicked by anybody in her life before.

But now she did, and it was in the presence of a servant.

She could not think of anything more humiliating than this.



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