He struck her on the back of the neck with a gun, quickly, accurately, and viciously. Angela's eyes rolled back, and she collapsed softly onto the ground.
"What did you do to her!" Scarlett Yates was horrified, rushing over and crouching down to check if Angela was still breathing.
"She just fainted." Maxwell Saxon's voice was calm and emotionless.
As he spoke, he also kicked Angela twice to make sure she was really unconscious.
Scarlett gritted her teeth in anger, lifting her head to glare at him: "Maxwell Saxon, are you even a man? You're so cruel to a woman."
Gentlemanly conduct, noble demeanor, does he deserve to be praised like this?
He's just a wolf wearing human skin, a hypocrite with a false air of morality.
His expression was very calm: "Sorry, to ensure she wouldn't alert anyone, I had no choice but to do this."
Scarlett had already sensed Angela's breathing; the warm, steady exhalation assured her it was normal.
She let out a small sigh of relief.
