The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 311 Shame

As they spoke, Jennifer had a sudden realization. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

"Oh! I get it now!"

"Get what?"

"You, country bumpkin, are using this outrageous way of speaking to get a rise out of me? So that you could get my attention? Because, you shameless man, you just want to be scolded! The more I scold you, the more excited you get! Because no woman as beautiful as me has ever talked to you this much! Even if it's scolding, for you it's a tremendous pleasure!"

"What?! Jennifer, I had no idea you were into BDSM! Are you hinting that in the future, when you want to enjoy yourself, I should scold you? That as long as I scold you while we’re together, you’ll get excited?"

"Stop talking nonsense! I'll call security if you keep this up!"

"Do it, let me hear your voice!"

"Bastard!"

Jennifer slipped off her high heel and chucked it at him, aiming to swell his face. Daniel swiftly stepped aside and the shoe flew past his chest.

"Crash!"

A loud snap sounded as the high heel slammed into a large vase.

The vase shattered, its pieces clinking to the ground. Although it wasn’t an antique but a modern piece, it was made of top-quality porcelain and had cost Jennifer over a hundred thousand dollars.

A hundred thousand dollar vase shattered because of this country bumpkin.

Jennifer was livid, biting back her rage. She pointed at Daniel and bellowed, "You’re paying for this!"

"What are you talking about? You broke the vase yourself; why should I pay for it? And when you threw your shoe at me, do you know how dangerous that was? Luckily, I was agile enough to dodge. If you had hit me, I could have gotten seriously injured—at least a level five disability. That you didn’t terrify me into claiming compensation for emotional distress is already very merciful. You have the audacity to ask me to pay for your vase; do you even know what shame is?"

Jennifer was at a loss for words and could only hurl an insult.

"Bitch!"

"I'm a grown man, a real man. The word 'bitch' is hardly fitting for me."

"You? A man? You're just a useless piece of trash!"

"You haven't even used my 'thing'. How do you know if I'm useless trash, huh? Words are one thing, but you need to experience it firsthand!"

"If you think you're a man, then come with me!"

Jennifer recalled her previous plan. Since Daniel had already said those things, she definitely wasn’t going to let him off easily.

The nerve of this country bumpkin to take advantage of her—she'd make sure his body paid the price, ensure he'd have to spend at least a month in the hospital!

No, at least half a year! Better yet, he should be confined to a wheelchair for life, never to stand up again, a complete and utter ruined man.

She was keen to see just how tough this country guy really was.

"Come with you? Where to?"

"You'll find out."

Jennifer noticed her high heel was still lying next to the shattered vase.

Pointing to the shoe, she ordered Daniel, "Go, bring it here!"

"You threw it, you pick it up! It’s your mess. Why do I need to help you clean it up?"

Daniel certainly wasn’t about to retrieve it for her. After all, he was no simp!