"Oh, you are so sweet, Terence!" When Sandra heard Terence's words, she finally smiled. She took his hand and said softly, "I told you that I ran into a thief when I went to pray two days ago. A girl helped me take my bag back. Do you remember?"

"Of course, I do." Terence nodded slightly. He had been shocked when the driver had called him and told him what had happened to Sandra. Fortunately, the driver had taken Sandra to the hospital to have a checkup. After confirming that she had not been injured, Terence had breathed a sigh of relief.

A confused expression painted Terence's face as Sandra brought up the event.

"Grandma, why are you talking about it all of a sudden?" asked Terence in confusion.

"The girl who helped me is Jean. When she helped me take my bag back, her hand was injured. Today is my birthday. I just invited her to express my gratitude. Is ther

doing?" As soon as Julia opened her mouth, she was gagged by Terence's hand.

Terence held Julia tightly on the shoulder and carried her to the washbasin. He was so strong that she couldn't resist.

Julia's eyes widened in fear. Although she did have an improper relationship with Terence, she was reluctant to do something inappropriate today.

So Julia bit Terence hard to wake him up.

The air was filled with the smell of blood. Instead of losing interest, the blood made Terence more excited. His hand went straight to the bottom of Julia's dress and slipped into her legs.

Frightened, Julia tried her best to hold back Terence's hand. Tears were streaming down her face. "Stop! We can't do this here."

"When did you have the right to refuse?" Terence sneered with a complete disregard for Julia's feelings.

His hand was so cold that Julia unconsciously shivered.