Chapter 593

Third Person's POV

Cleo's mind exploded with humiliation and rage as she recalled those shameful memories.

Her lily-of-the-valley pheromones instantly sharpened into spikes, carrying a fierce aggression.

Her pupils constricted into vertical slits, and her nails extended half an inch in her uncontrollable fury.

She slapped Garrick's face with the full force of a werewolf, screaming, "Shut up!"

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