Chapter 478

Joanne's expression remained unchanged as she nodded slowly. "He's the leader of the slums. His men have caused me trouble a few times, but he's not entirely bad." That made sense. After all, Joanne had lived here for many years. Grace smiled weakly and crouched beside Lucian. Both of his hands were bound, and his movements were clearly restricted. However, his anger flared as he tried to rise. "Grace, aren't you afraid I'll come after you for this?" The sound of two sharp slaps rang out in response. Lucian never expected her to make such a move. A trickle of blood now traced a path from the corner of his mouth. Joanne flinched, unable to stop herself from exclaiming, "Grace, you…" Grace's expression remained calm as she grabbed a beer bottle from the pile of trash on the floor. With one swift motion, she smashed it against Lucian's head. The bottle shattered, and a corresponding bloom of blood immediately marred his scalp. Lyle stood silently in the corner, his brows furrowed