Outside the Royal Garden, Molly Wellington was striding quickly in her slender high heels.
It wasn't until she reached Charles Taylor's flashy blue Maserati that she angrily kicked the front of the car twice.
"Hey, hey, hey, lady, what are you doing... you, you, you, stop!" Charles Taylor hurried over from behind and, seeing his beloved car being 'trampled' by Molly Wellington, quickly grabbed her shoulders to pull her away.
"What, can't I kick your car's front a couple of times?" Molly Wellington raised her gaze, her almond-shaped eyes lacking the usual icy elegance, instead showing a bit of her childhood arrogance and defiance.
Charles Taylor shrank his neck and said through gritted teeth with a blood-dripping heart, "You can, of course, you can. I was just worried you'd hurt your foot. It's just a car, you can kick it if you want. Just don't hurt yourself over a man who's not worth it."
