Chapter 683

The slight sense of guilt that Sabrina had felt earlier instantly dissipated when she heard this. She reached to grab fistfuls of Marlowe's hair and knocked the girl's head against the ground as she screeched, "Who are you calling a skank? I ought to wash your mouth out with soap!"

One would be wise not to underestimate the strength packed into a female professor's punches because it didn't take l