Chapter 82

Estelle had been listening to this blonde man for what felt like forever. When could she finally leave? "Are you even listening to me?" the man suddenly snapped at her, clearly irritated. Pressing her fingers to her throbbing temples, she responded coldly, "Sir, I don't think we have anything to talk about. Please let go of me. Otherwise…" A flash of cold intent flickered in her eyes. But instead of backing off, the man laughed. He lit a cigarette with a cocky air. "Do you even know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that!" Estelle shook her head honestly. "Nope. I have no idea who you are. Do you want to enlighten me? Tell me—who exactly are you supposed to be?" "You—" The man's face turned beet red with fury. Noticing people nearby beginning to whisper and point, he finally snapped. He raised his hand to strike her. "You bitch! I'll kill you!" Just as he was about to strike her, someone came to the rescue and caught his wrist. Then, with a powerful shove, the man was