Chapter 82 Picking Quinn Up

A glass of red wine was coldly splashed onto my face. I closed my eyes and after a long while, I laughed and said, "I've just been so unlucky as of late. A lot of flies have enjoyed creating troubles for me. So disgusting." Then, I stood up and slapped the plate of steak across Alice's face. Her forehead was sliced by the utensils and blood began to flow thereafter. She looked at me, stunned, as if my actions had come as a surprise to her.