Chapter 332: She Was My Woman

This woman was seriously sick in the head. Miller Cutmore couldn't be bothered with her anymore. She could do whatever she wanted. He wasn't playing nursemaid. With a dark face, he turned and strode toward the car. Jayla Smut tried to block him, but he shoved her aside. "Bastard!" Jayla clenched the knife and lunged at him. Miller didn't let her land it. He caught her wrist in one swift motion. He hadn't expected the girl to actually have some skill. With a twist of her fingers, the blade flashed...