Chapter 3I Raised a Mad Dog Three Years Ago

For a few seconds, everyone was frozen, as if someone had hit pause.

Mouths hung open wide enough to fit an egg.

Claire was the first to react. She glared at me, her eyes brimming with tears of indignation.

“Miss, how could you hit him? Have you no decency? Even if you have a poor education and no manners, that’s no excuse to come here and harass people! Mr. Vance is not in your league!”

What a masterful takedown, all without a single curse word.

I found it amusing. Such a righteous little defender.

Funny how she seemed to be enjoying it when they were slandering and insulting me just a moment ago.

A selective sense of justice, reserved exclusively for men.

[Ahhh, this bitch of a villainess is insane! Does she have a death wish, hitting a powerful male lead like that? She scared our precious heroine! Good job scolding her, sweetie! You were too gentle, though. Next time, tear her apart!]

[This moron who’s doomed to die in three chapters is supposed to be his great love? More like a bad memory! With the male lead's temper, he’s going to beat her face in!]

[See, our girl Claire is gentle and considerate. The perfect little wife, born for him. She never talks back, she’s as obedient as a kitten. It’s obvious who anyone with a brain would choose, right?]

[No wonder she’s the evil side character! Women who are greedy and disobedient are the worst. A woman's greatest asset is her willingness to please a man. I hope she dies soon. Can’t wait for the male lead to lose it!]

I was astonished.

If being a fawning, submissive wife was what it took to be the heroine, then I was perfectly happy being the evil side character.

What was a man?

A creature born to serve women.

They were that eager to see Asher lose his temper with me? I smiled faintly.

Then I’m afraid you’re all in for a disappointment.

I looked down at Asher from my superior height and said, word by word, “Apologize. To me.”

A blond guy next to him spat and stood up, pointing a finger in my face. “Who the hell do you think you’re talking—”

“Shut your mouth!”

Asher’s roar cut the man off. The red handprint was still stark against his handsome, pale face, his eyes were crimson with fury.

He met my gaze, and I saw the glint of tears in the corner of his eyes.

But he gritted his teeth and forced out the words.

“I’m… sor… ry.”

The entire room was in shock.

Asher’s friend muttered in terror.

“Shit… it’s over… the only demon in the world who can control Asher is really back…”

I nodded, satisfied.

I was beginning to think they’d all forgotten.

This young master of the Vance family had been trained, three years ago, to be my most obedient dog.