Chapter 678: They Got Away

Belle Lamecraft didn't care who Shepherd Neasham was. She just spat to the side. "Pah! I called you a mangy dog, and you still think you've got a case?" "And you're ugly as sin, with that pathetic little braid." "Hey. What, you think you're auditioning for some palace drama?" Belle was a natural-born trash-talker. The moment the insults landed, Shepherd Neasham's face twisted with rage, like smoke was about to pour from his eyes and ears. "You…" Belle jabbed a finger at him. "What about me?...