"Character? A gentleman?" Nono let out a chilling laugh from the back seat. "I don't believe a starving stray dog wouldn't want to take a couple bites if it saw a pile of shit by the side of the road."
"While I may not be any stray dog, Junior Sister, it's hardly appropriate for you to compare yourself to roadside shit." Fenger puffed on a cigar as he drove. "Though you're a bit old, your personality is somewhat lacking, and your figure is rather flat... your face isn't bad, and your thighs are quite sexy. I'm sure someone would want you."
"Fenger dog, are you trying to die?!" Nono lunged from the back seat and clamped a death grip around Fenger's throat, exerting so much force that veins bulged on his neck. She looked genuinely intent on killing him.
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