Gillian's hand balled into a fist, and her chest heaved and fell, her face reddening with indignation.

It was enough that those people dared to spout shit behind Augustus' back and in the media. How dare that cynical scumbag who came from heaven-knows-where stand in her presence and spout shit?

So what if he’s wealthy? So what if he looked peerless and outstanding? So what if he looks scary?

Gillian won’t take nonsense from whoever. As long as they dared to face her, then she’d give them the response they deserved! Gillian believed that Augustus was not a bad person and he would heal one day.

That jerk. He’s such...