Ivy Tanner weighed barely a hundred pounds. When a burly man like that slammed into her, she was instantly knocked to the ground.
Before she could even cry out in pain, the drunkard took advantage of the situation, grabbed her foot, and began to molest her.
"Hey, little beauty, you have very nice feet."
"Let me go! Let go!"
Ivy Tanner tried to struggle, but the drunkard was far too strong. Her efforts were feeble and useless.
A crowd of onlookers quickly gathered, but no one wanted to step in and stop the drunkard's assault. They were all there to watch the show.
Unable to break free, Ivy Tanner started to cry in fear, repeatedly calling out for "Brother Kingsley." Unfortunately, the person she was calling for wasn't there.
On the second-floor balcony, Corinne Linden stood by the railing, watching the scene with cold eyes as a smug smile slowly formed on her lips.
'If Ethan Kingsley can't bring himself to get rid of this discarded pawn, then I'll take care of her.'
