“Can you generate 9 inches too?” Tessa muttered, and Donovan’s mouth fell open.

“What!”

Fatima covered her mouth to stop herself from laughing out loud.

“Young lady, please,” Baron spoke again, and before Tessa could reply, Bianca carefully snatched the pin from her.

“I’ll talk to her. Please leave her to me for some minutes,” she said.

“Better talk some sense to her head, else…” Donovan glared.

“Else what? You’ll start beating me like your wife? Look, I’m not Samantha, I’m Tessa. I only need good food and I promise to ruin your face for you,” Tessa glared back.

“This little bîtch…”

Donovan was already going closer to her again...