Once An Overlooked Housewife, Now A Queen Of Fortune
He winked.
Grace finally looked up, her eyes slowly travelling down his build, deliberately, from his boots to his head.
“They really do stack the personality vertically when they run out of room elsewhere, don’t they?”
The man suddenly frowned, his neck getting red.
“What did you say, skinny bitch?”
She shrugged, “It was a height joke. Now, leave.”
The man angrily swept his arm over the table and everything on it shattered to the floor, drinks spilling over Grave and Wren, stunning them.