Chapter 437

Besta was a mother — the kind who would do anything for her child, no matter the cost.

In that moment, she looked almost deranged; she smashed the glass of a fire hydrant cabinet in the hallway, grabbed the extinguisher inside, and swung it at the men in front of her.

None of the men in black had expected the gentle, fragile-looking Besta to turn so feral. Caught off guard, several were hit square