Irish didn't show her fragility, and she always got her head up even though she was in a disadvantageous situation.
"You can't do everything you want. Joseph, do you think you have all the right to abuse me after you bring me here?" She shouted angrily and sharply shot a disgusting look at him.
Joseph raised his hands and wrapped them to the back of her head. His low voice was just like the rain coming soon, "Need to be capable of letting you follow all my orders? Honey, you might have forgotten who I am."
Irish shook her head to get rid of his hands.
He suddenly made greater efforts and grasped her head tightly, which made Irish hard to breathe.
"Irish, do you think you have strong wings?" His face was so close to her that she could sense the coldness in his eyes. Finally, he said it word by word, "You should have an idea that I will not let you fly high. If you have wings, I will surely cut them off."
