Chapter 187

Kaelen hurled the phone at Shaya’s face. The blow sent her stumbling to the floor, blood spilling from her nose.

"Harken, let’s go!"

At that moment, Kaelen no longer cared whether Shaya lived or died.

The reporters, meanwhile, had hit the jackpot. With such blatant evidence revealed, who could still pretend not to know what kind of woman Shaya was?

Abandoned by Kaelen and mocked by the reporters’