Jayden Maguire was struggling to breathe, almost suffocating.
"Timothy Kyler, you'll die a horrible death, you bastard, you'll have no descendants..." Nana Monty cursed vehemently, kicking and punching Timothy Kyler, refusing to submit.
"You're a stubborn woman, it seems a bit of Spanish Fly is in order."
Timothy Kyler extended his hand, and immediately someone placed a bottle resembling perfume into his palm.
Although Nana Monty didn't know what Spanish Fly was, just the name made it sound disgusting, perhaps something toxic, harmful to the body.
"Timothy Kyler, you beast... Don't you fear retribution for doing such things?"
Timothy Kyler sat on Nana Monty's legs, preventing her from kicking him any longer.
"Hahaha, retribution? Let's talk about that when you're high later."
Timothy Kyler laughed arrogantly, removing the cap of the Spanish Fly, and sprayed it toward Nana Monty's face.
