Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1839

"What do you want?" Rocco glanced at Channing, his eyes full of pure disdain. "He's just a lapdog. Are you honestly asking for a life as compensation?"

"Hmph."

Coralie's eyes turned several degrees colder. She parted her red lips and replied in a low, husky voice, "Even if he's a dog, he's my dog. Who the hell do anyone else think they are to lay a finger on him?"

Hearing this, Channing's eyes flickered.

A faint, imperceptible smile broke through his usually stoic expression.

Yes.

He was hers, and hers alone.

"Bring them out."

At Coralie's command, the scarred man and his lackeys were dragged in, looking completely battered.

They had tried to run away earlier, but the casino security had caught them and given them a brutal beating.

Every single one of them had suffered some "minor injuries."

"Boss!"

The scarred man shot Rocco a glance and guiltily lowered his head.

Rocco coldly looked away. Just seeing these useless losers made his blood boil.

"What will it take for Ms. Quill to let this go?"

"Channing."

Coralie smiled faintly, her eyes shifting to the man beside her as she enunciated every word, "Ruin his left hand."

Ruin his left hand?!

The scarred man was absolutely terrified. He desperately looked at Rocco and stammered, "Boss, Channing's injury was just an accident!"

"Oh."

Coralie sat back in her chair, lazily staring down the scarred man. "Then let Channing accidentally put a hole in your left hand."

"?"

The scarred man was stunned. Was she even speaking a human language right now?

"Mr. Rocco, I really don't have time to play games with you anymore."

Coralie stood up and casually flipped her long hair over her shoulder. "If you can't make decisions for your lackeys, I'll just go chat with the guests instead."

Rocco gritted his teeth, forcing a hollow smile. "It's just a hand. Do as you please, Ms. Quill."

"Boss!" The scarred man's eyes went wide, absolute panic in his voice.

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