After Andrew separated from the group, he went inside the room that was assigned to him.
Bang!
"That bitch!" Andrew's face was flushed with anger as he punched the wall. Just thinking of his own fiancée acting all close to a man she had just met made his gut twist, and the public disregard she showed toward him made him even more furious.
"Just wait. One day, when I get stronger, I will make you my whore and slave," he vowed in his heart. He was very realistic—he knew even after they got married, he would be subjected to even more abuse and humiliation, and he had to grit his teeth and endure until he accumulated great strength and one day retaliated against her. Until then, he knew he had to swallow his pride.
After a few minutes had passed, his anger had finally cooled down a bit. Thinking about Amber's interest in Victor made him feel a bit uneasy, but he shook his head as he had more important things to do.
