My Husband’s Mistress Fed Me Bugs Chapter 09

My Husband’s Mistress Fed Me Bugs Chapter 09

Fallon’s fiery red hair was unmistakable.

The men in the room glanced at her, then quickly looked away.

No one dared to hold her gaze.

“Estelle.”

“This is the man you chose?”

Fallon swept a glance over Orion, her face a mask of disgust.

“Even Conrad Sinclair looks good next to him.”

Being called useless in front of so many people was a direct hit to Orion’s pride.

“Red-haired freak, who are you talking about?”

Fallon didn’t even bother to look at him again.

“The useless one who just opened his mouth. Yes, I’m talking to you.”

“You’re asking for it.”

Orion clenched his fist and lunged at her.

Fallon didn’t flinch. She sidestepped his punch with ease, then lifted a leg and kicked him squarely in the chest, sending him stumbling back to Chiara’s feet.

All the other men shut their mouths.

Even their breathing grew shallow.

Relying on the fact that this was her territory, Chiara was still defiant.

“So what if he called you a red-haired freak?”

“This is New York.”

“This is our turf.”

“No matter how tough you are, you still have to play by our rules.”

*Clap.*

*Clap.*

*Clap.*

Fallon smiled and clapped three times, slow and deliberate.

She looked at Chiara as if she were a particularly amusing bug.

“Big words.”

“One little island, and it’s raised a pack of wolves who’ve never seen the jungle.”