"Ah!"
Valerie Dawn's face twisted in pain.
Maxim Lawson wasn't planning to let her go, and his leather shoe remained pressing on the back of Valerie's hand, his expression complex, with a touch of vengeful pleasure.
Valerie had betrayed him, causing him to lose face.
Now he could punish Valerie and regain his confidence as a man.
Michele Keith rushed over, trying forcefully to pry Maxim's shoe away, "Maxim Lawson, what are you doing?"
"Let go quickly, Valerie's hand is going to break, let go!"
The woman nearby, however, scoffed and shook her head coldly, "How could I let go?"
"This woman has a tendency for violent assault, what if she goes to grab a kitchen knife once she's released?"
"Honey, don't you dare let go, I'm going to call the police; we'll wait for someone to come and arrest her."
Maxim Lawson had no intention of releasing his foot, pressing down harder on Valerie's hand as he watched her writhe in pain.