The woman’s action thoroughly annoyed Jason Lockwood. "Tomboy, are you... insulting... my taste? Or are you questioning my intelligence?"

"What do you mean?"

"A fake... woman... like you, a piece of... defective... goods... You think I’d have... that... kind of... interest? Or are you so desperate... that you’re just dying... to throw yourself at me?" Jason Lockwood slowly advanced on Jasmine Warren, his eyes casually scanning her up and down with every word.

His words completely enraged Jasmine Warren. She reached out, grabbed a handful of Jason Lockwood’s collar, and raised her hand to slap him. "You’re the defective product, you bastard!" ’What the hell does he mean, defective goods?!’

She absolutely hated it when people called her defective goods!!!

’How am I defective goods?’

’I have everything I could want, and it’s not like I’m bad-looking, dammit!!’

’All these damn men must be blind to call me defective goods!’

Jason Lockwood’s eyes narrowed. He grabbed her arm, pinned her in place, and reached down to pull off her shoes, tossing them onto the floor.

Now shoeless, Jasmine Warren grabbed Jason Lockwood’s arm and... bit... down. "You bastard!"

"Ah!" The pain in his arm made Jason Lockwood roar in anger. "Are you a fucking dog?!"

"That’s right, I am a dog! A rabid one! You think you can bully me? I’ll fucking kill you today!" As she spoke, Jasmine Warren shot up from the bed, lunged onto Jason Lockwood’s shoulders, and bit down hard.

’At that moment, Jason Lockwood wanted nothing more than to kill this woman. She was really biting him viciously. Did she think he was some kind of pushover just because he hadn’t exploded yet?’

Jason Lockwood reached back and yanked a handful of her short hair. With his other hand, he grabbed her arm and dragged her from his back around to his front. He clamped her head tightly, glared down at her flushed face, and snarled, "You’re asking to die!"

"Mr. Plastic Surgery! If you’ve got the guts, then kill me! Otherwise, I’ll definitely kill you!"

"You brought this on yourself!" Jason Lockwood released her, stood up, and strode toward the door of the private lounge.

’If he didn’t teach her a lesson, she’d never learn that here, he, Jason Lockwood, was God!!!’

Jasmine Warren scrambled off the bed in a mad rush, took a running leap, and jumped onto Jason Lockwood’s back, clinging to him for dear life so he couldn’t leave. "Mr. Plastic Surgery, I’m taking you down with me today!"

Jason Lockwood’s face was thunderous. "Let go of me!"

"No! Jason Lockwood, unless you kneel and apologize to me right now, and compensate me with a... huge... sum for emotional distress, don’t even think about getting me off!" ’She wanted to see what kind of gossip would spread when the great Baron himself walked out of here with a woman on his back.’

’She had nothing left to lose anyway, so she couldn’t care less about her damn reputation.’

’In her eyes, nothing was more important than cold, hard cash!’

’As long as she had money, who cared whether she could find a job or not!’

"You tomboy!" Growing up, Jason Lockwood had never once been threatened by a woman. His temper flared. He reached back with both hands, intending to yank her off. However, perhaps he used too much force, because with a loud RIIIIIP, a huge tear appeared in her clothes. Jason Lockwood froze completely...

Jasmine Warren’s pretty face instantly went pale, then flushed crimson, then back again...

She was in a state of utter shock.