Chapter 237

Faith was tall, and her tanned skin was soft. Not only did she wear a blazer and a tight-fitting mini skirt, but she also wore a pair of stockings that matched her skin color and accentuated her well-shaped legs. She couldn't even button the top two buttons of her white blouse because her boobs were too big. Whenever she was angry and shouting, her boobs would bounce gently. A wet, intrusive sound escaped Bernard's lips as he vulgarly licked his tongue. He approached Faith, intending to grab her hand. "Get lost!" Faith's hand shot out, a wall against Bernard's unwelcome advance. She knew this confrontation was inevitable, a bitter pill she had to swallow. Embarrassment burned in her throat, but the thought of her family back in the countryside, vulnerable to Bernard's manipulations, steeled her spine. Bernard was indeed a thug. He was known as a tyrant in the small fishing village of Leyfic Valley. There were always a dozen lackeys hanging out with him. As the local gang leader,